📖🕯️ The book creaks open to a page stitched together from sorrow and devotion.
The words feel wrong beneath Aria’s fingertips, uneven, rough, like seams under torn silk. The ink here isn’t written… it’s sewn. And beneath the parchment, something moves.
This is a story of love, unnatural, unholy, and alive.
Chapter 8: Stitched in Flesh
There’s a kind of love that refuses to die. The kind that digs up graves to find it again.
By candlelight, a lonely soul pieces together perfection. Bones of sinners, hearts of saints, the eyes of killers who once dreamed of love. Needle through skin, stitch by trembling stitch, the creation takes form. A patchwork promise that no death could destroy.
When lightning strikes, the heart beats once. Then twice. And the world will never be the same.
It isn’t romance born of flowers and vows. It’s born of longing, madness, and the desperate need to never be alone again. A love built from the broken. A lover born from the grave.
I’ve always thought this song was one of the most underrated chapters of Witch Tunes, a gothic romance that hums with electricity and obsession. There aren’t many romantic Frankenstein songs out there. This one might just make your heart skip a stitch.
Professor Jacket Music
📖🕯️ The book creaks open to a page stitched together from sorrow and devotion.
The words feel wrong beneath Aria’s fingertips, uneven, rough, like seams under torn silk. The ink here isn’t written… it’s sewn. And beneath the parchment, something moves.
This is a story of love, unnatural, unholy, and alive.
Chapter 8: Stitched in Flesh
There’s a kind of love that refuses to die.
The kind that digs up graves to find it again.
By candlelight, a lonely soul pieces together perfection. Bones of sinners, hearts of saints, the eyes of killers who once dreamed of love. Needle through skin, stitch by trembling stitch, the creation takes form. A patchwork promise that no death could destroy.
When lightning strikes, the heart beats once. Then twice.
And the world will never be the same.
It isn’t romance born of flowers and vows. It’s born of longing, madness, and the desperate need to never be alone again. A love built from the broken. A lover born from the grave.
I’ve always thought this song was one of the most underrated chapters of Witch Tunes, a gothic romance that hums with electricity and obsession.
There aren’t many romantic Frankenstein songs out there. This one might just make your heart skip a stitch.
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