Our stake is not just the misery of memory, but rather the promise of lonesome hauntings to come. We prick, we steal, we love, we overcome; but the lonely, and the forgotten, become but veils among us.
Our stake is not just the misery of memory, but rather the promise of lonesome hauntings to come. We prick, we steal, we love, we overcome; but the lonely, and the forgotten, become but veils among us.