RAMBLES:

S A N C T I T Y

Summoning the beasts of scarlet idolsI venture into the mirrored halls.

W I T N E S S

I am discarded agony.

E X I S T E N C E

We inhaleonly as puppets of time.This is all an illusionof the mind.

A B Y S S

Sadly, indestructible. Will you be my weapon?

F R E E + F O R B I D D E N

The air is sharp and bold with expression.Gently, it holds her, caressing all that is unspeakable.

S O R R O W

Here we lay. In the murky waters of our own tears.