The “Unheimliche”

Scars Untreated

Life-in-Death

It’s the Beast that Kills Her Beauty

Dreaming of Dreams

A Tribute to the Things Gone Wrong

The sun shinning beautifully bright After a long tiring night. Everything seems nice and clear And all I know I have nothing to…

Breathing is a clock no alarm, no tick-tock only serve, count the punishment named ‘life’ without a knock. It goes on, even when…

The horse was leaving its stable The stories were turning upside-down Iron shoes were melting down The tale was clear and sound No…