The Flesh Full of Black Sand

The Epistolary the Apocalyptic and the Prophetic

A Portal, A Way Home

I Am Here: Singles 2018-2020 Part. 2

A Hard Silence, Kept In An Empty Room

Do You Feel Cold Hands Grasp At Your Throat As You Start To Fall Asleep?

Dreams Are from the Deep Dark. Keep Listening and Seeing. They Are Waiting for the Tendrils in Your Brain to Spark the Eternal Fire.

Forever. Floating. Forever.

Drown the Teeth, Burn the Bones

You Have An Infinite Life And A Setting Sun

I Rise

My Dreaming Fox Has Left Me

A Cave, Dark Or Deeply Lost

Just Spend a Little More Time: Singles 2021 - 2023

When I Am Lost in the Dark, the Fairies Come Out to Meet Me

Help Me, I Am Lost

Ashes Rose Into the Sky and Mixed with Falling Snow, Everything Turned Dark with Blood and the Ash​-​Grey Snow

The Door Is Open

Darkness in the House of Pisces: a Soundtrack

A Score for Background Noise, Vol. I

It Is Hekate's Hand That Guides Now

Frozen Ghosts

Sometimes I Float, Sometimes the Air Hums

This Anxiety Will Get The Best Of Me

Vengeful Spirits Singing Through Telephone Wire

I Feel Like a Black Hole and My Head is Exploding from the Mess That's Inside of It

Watch the Flowers Blooming

Ikigai

Take Me to a Place Where the Sky Is Overcast and the Ghosts Sing in Harmony

My First Time Drowning

A Structure in the Center

At The End of The Night

I Am My Own Lonely Hole In My Own Worthless Chest

Is This Calm?

In the Midst of Mist

Lucid In A Concrete Hall

Collected Singles: 2012​-​2017

A Nightmare in Empty Space (The Weight in My Chest Grows Heavier and Heavier)

A Score for Background Noise, Vol. II

The Hallway Was Filled with Blood and Rose Petals

The Amplification of Hope

Falling Asleep Is Like Biting Thorns

I Am Here: Singles 2018-2020

In A Place Called Hope

Like Winter Air

In Town, out of My Mind

Cold, Dark, and Lonely

The Crystal Spheres Haunt the House at the End of the Road and the Screaming Falls on Deaf Ears

Falling Apart, Quietly, Quietly

My Head Is a Dark Sea and I Am Drowning, Oh, I Am Drowning

A Body, Recorded in the Doorway

That Revolt of the Flesh Is the Absurd