...from scuffed leather of portmanteauand tarnished brass clasps a million echoes of forgotten shoes and faded photographs whispering of roads travelednow a pale ghost... 

The air tasted of dust and salt, a slow decay of shoreline memories. The town slept in a haze of silence, broken only by the skeletal creak of the old pier. Above, the moon hung full and wet, a...

Deformed Siamese twin hanging from the flankThey thought he would die when removedHe survived and stronger he grew Don't enter room number 7There's some hideous freakHe consumes whatever his brother feeds himWhat he really enjoys is the taste of your...

No rain tonightThe room is hot, too hotStill air and the smell of dampness creeps through my windowI'm alone and far away from homeMy life is now a chain of broken dream roomsI like it that wayI can't go...

As the full moon is risingin the misty nighthe visits the dead oneswith love in sight The graveyard soil he shoveto dig up and disemboweldigging the dustcraving for lust He opens the coffinwith trembling handsto fulfill his desiresand satisfy his demands The...