St. Death

Here in the woods, where day is night and night is darker than ever; where trees bleed and rain mixes with tears; where silence is loud and the cold is piercing; where time now stands still as the presence of moths fluttering fill the void of where once was my heart...


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Heart - [link]

Skull - [link]

Moth - [link]

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