dig your fingers into the dirt because there's nothing left you could hold onto; as daylight dies, the cold of your heart will keep the dark from eating you whole; the voices from the water, the howl of the wind, the blood in your veins, in the end we are but dust and shadows.

for gritty monsters who fell in love with their solitude

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