Animalistic snarling
razor sharp teeth bared...

Fold
our love...

Wintry hands knotted
icy tendrils mere talons...

Zombified Horner
crouched in a corner...

Zombified Horner
crouched in a corner...

Twisted Bo Peep hated her sheep
and wished for them to die...

Twilight emerges
casting the sunshine away...

A whirlwind of passion
is building up in me...

A silent wind cools my face.
Taking me away to a far off place...

Sitting on a branch in a leafy, oak tree.
A burning, white light almost too bright to see...

If you look really close, there in the dark.
You just might see him, a flickering spark...

Rushing through the store
everything is so cheap...