I'm staring at a timeless church an eery strained quiet looms, in pained silence i wait as a winters chill, gradually and perversely marks my soft skin like barely
noticable blemmishes, but the winters chill ever cruel does not stop there , like intangible spikes it penetrates my very flesh an unsettling tearing as my skin
buckles to the icey advances of some unwanted force a sound of a sadists glee enters my sacred...