Photos by Fabrizio Zuccarato
Editing: Eva M.N. PureBlackLove Di Martino - www.pureblacklove.com
"These woods have no memory of the touch of sun or the smell of dew... and all I can hear through the deafening silence are the moaning trees. It was Morrow who cursed this place... now, cheerless and stagnant, it screams in the night so we hearken the cries from the heart of the wood.
You fucking betrayed me, in these woodlands I wove... dreaming amidst the groves. Morrow, no one could stop me. Although, now the orchards no longer grow, I'll still reclaim this throne of woe. I'm starting to count the stars by myself, this winter is eating away at my soul.
I'll always remember the day I was stabbed in the back... Just like teardrops, the limbs of the dying trees began to fall, one by one.
And so here I will wait, until my last dying days. Wishing upon ages, these flowers will someday bloom.
Make Them Suffer - Neverbloom