Sanjana Sunilkumar
Horror Crime Thriller
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The Power Of ...
Evy
Snowy, The Pu...
Here comes Ra...
I am more
Fighting For ...
Many more blu...
Not another C...
The dirty dru...
The psycho si...
What they seem to forget What they seem to forget
I then realized that she was my mother! I then realized that she was my mother!
Do this right and we will set you free Do this right and we will set you free
Born into this religion, Where you’re made to know your place. Born into this religion, Where you’re made to know your place.
On a stone chair in the marketplace Sits a stone gentleman with a stone face On a stone chair in the marketplace Sits a stone gentleman with a stone face
Some tormenting screams of the past. Some tormenting screams of the past.
To cross the threshold and enter the mortal world. To cross the threshold and enter the mortal world.
I just want your love I just want your love
Tossing and turning in my bed, Remembering what my granny said. Tossing and turning in my bed, Remembering what my granny said.
Hide wherever you can But still, I can see you Hide wherever you can But still, I can see you
Tossing and turning in my bed, remembering what my granny said. Tossing and turning in my bed, remembering what my granny said.
But on the walk returning home I lost all my candies, But on the walk returning home I lost all my candies,
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me
How will they fade the scent of guilt? How will they stop me from clutching on to the majestic silve... How will they fade the scent of guilt? How will they stop me from clutching on t...
Before I forget how to shed tears, Let me cry a sea for mother Earth. Before I forget how to shed tears, Let me cry a sea for mother Earth.
I find myself in the bedroom's corner Parasomnia takes me to a parallel world each night I find myself in the bedroom's corner Parasomnia takes me to a parallel worl...
Transparency seems nice, but who can tell the difference between nice and horror. Transparency seems nice, but who can tell the difference between nice and horror...
I scream amid the darkness which engulfs the cries in its womb. I scream amid the darkness which engulfs the cries in its womb.
Maidens grab unto fickle lamps.. Maidens grab unto fickle lamps..
To a life of wearing masks forever. To a life of wearing masks forever.
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