Her hands held delicately, the cuff amongst them. For it's embrace is to restrain wrists in their attachment of me. She came caped in white cloth, as...
Baale Asylum, 3:00 p.m., August 19th 1975 Dr. Colt sat in his office waiting for the arrival of his long term student who seemed to stick by his side...
I'm not your saint, I am the thorn, I'm the havoc you will mourn. I cradled your heart, and bore this taste, I smeared the carnage upon your face. I...