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beulahbleak:

sentientspectre:

incarnate

Oh a night or few ago

I had a dream of a man 

who’s heart was buried beneath the snow. 

He twisted and turned on cold black nights

but clenched on to what poor soul he claimed.

He’d call for me, court me, into the devils might.

Hearts of those, trapped, forever in the corners of my mind.

thewitchboy:

[[Icon for Zilla so that our little threesome matches C:]]

ghoulsandmonsters:

House of Wax

(Source: cigarettsandroses)