A sibling is your only enemy you can’t live without.
“I’m sorry child, but there is no god here. I will be your shepherd; I will tend to the flock.”
We need no clock to know that time is quickly passing us by. Loved ones we have lost haunt of days long gone and moments without goodbyes.
Amongst a sky of dying stars, she watches the precious life below. Within the loneliness of forever, she finds hope for tomorrow.
A silent breeze in the cold night air, whispers from loved ones no longer there.
We are all friends until this world tells us we are not. Imaginary lines drawn by imaginary kings floating through a void on a very real rock.
Today I must let you go, but tomorrow I will cross eternity until you are in my arms again.
Close your eyes little one and drift away. By your side now and forever I will stay.
“I got a rock.”
The sins of the Father are cast upon the Son, a legacy of hatred leaving damage that cannot be undone.
Fear not little one, for to embrace your destiny you must let go of all that you have outgrown.
To see a candle’s light, one must take it into a dark place.
Death is drawn to the fire not by the flicker of its light, but by the smallest hope to feel warmth once again.
Death arrives on the breath of new life; a hidden passenger and unwavering guide.
"Death is of little consequence. Rise once more, vessel of mine. It matters not how many times you are struck down. The Cult shall continue to grow."
Death cannot defeat love. For the fear of this life coming to end only tightens our hold on those we keep in our hearts.
“I’m gunna sing The Doom Song now! Doom doom doom doom doom, doom doom do DOOM, DOOOM doom do-doom, DOOM do-doom doom doooom, doom doom dooom, do-do-DOOOM!”
There is magic in the night when the pumpkins glow by moonlight.
Courage doesn’t mean you’re not afraid. While fear may seep into your bones, courage is the strength to face the horrors and protect the ones you love.
We all need a friend when walking through the shadows where monsters play.
The monsters that hunt us weren’t always there in the darkness, we invited them to join us on our journey.
Dry your eyes and unburden your woe, for when the dead pile up, I will carry you home.
To proclaim that we are born sinners is a true evil spoken by the wickedest of tongues.
We can all learn to fly, but some of us choose our own path to reach the skies.
Each year, the Great Mushroom rises out of the kingdom that he thinks is the most secure.
When the night grows still and your thoughts turn dark, I will make my way to you and mend your broken heart.
Shuffle all you want your fate was sealed long before the cards were dealt.
“Once in a while, someone groovy comes along…. here I am, baby!”
“Come on in and pull yourself up a chair. Let the fun begin…”
Fear not lost soul, for just as the moon shines bright for the moth so too can you find light within your darkness.
Time waits for no one; Death waits for us all.
Light a candle for the dead who wander through the darkness searching for a way back home.