As I sit here, weak and weary, in a garden of stones and shadows on graves whispering to Lenore. Her final resting place beneaththe granite. Her bones crushed beneath theweight of my sorrow and regret in eternalsilence. But confessing,...

  In a dimly lit room, echoes of a haunting melody lingering through the air like a ghostly whisper. "Hang on Snoopy," swaying to the rhythm. A shadow stretching on the wall, as if a fabric of their being. With...

In a seance, weeping, smearing the lipstick.Turning on the switch, talking to the deadand insomniacs.Feeling a breath of the cold catwith its red chatoyant eyes.Weaving me a cradle of an empty dreamin my insanity's nightmare.In a seance, weeping, touching...