The pain is too much to bear.

The fine line between a blessing and a curse.

I curse the day that our eyes met.

On days when I am sad.

A piece about some witch who cursed me.

Just another in my series of the fields of daath.

I once knew real love.

Life is fragile, anything that’s broken can never be put back in its original form.

Your temper will be your downfall.

She was well and truly under your spell.