When the Clock Stops by Sam Tumblin What happens when the clock stops still,Everything quiet beyond all will,Like a weary tree once sharply chopped,Life feels frozen when the ticking stops. You look around but cannot see,Fear grows thick too dark to flee,Shadows whisper without a name,Nothing around feels quite the same. You ask aloud if…

Cranium Indigo How you’re going to releaseWhat’s already been fleecedVeins of rust beneath the skinRotting slowly deep within Granules falling hand to graveNothing left for time to saveEyes grow hollow, voices thinEvery loss absorbed within Nothing ever brings dismayWe become this life one dayTeeth of fate and fractured boneTeach the soul to stand alone These…