Wandering the darkest forest,
clutching a small candle...
She walks as a lamb led to the slaughter,
on the lonely roads of the deathly gallows...
My scarlet letter
is my arm...
Darkness is my gravity. As it weighs
on me, bare skin brushes against rocks...
Sleep is my rescue.
I lay to die every night...
I fell deeper and deepr
into the abyss of the dead...
If you look inside me
You won't find anything...
When she was just a girl
she collected broken pearls...
The Tale of the Nameless King...
In the darkest of glooms, where no man could ever...
there lay beneath a stench of miasma...
I'm not saying I am senseless
but I rove through bleak alleys...
Down in the depths of whatever is to believe,
Sat an exiled king shackled and chained to a...