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The Collector of Eyes, Fingers, and Hearts by Ahavuel

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The Collector of Eyes, Fingers, and Hearts by Ahavuel - alternative Rock music cover art

The Collector of Eyes, Fingers, and Hearts

alternative Rock

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In the dead of night, she drifts like a ghost, A silhouette that lingers where the lost ones boast.
Her fingers trace the silence, cold and precise, Harvesting the fragments of shattered lives.
Eyes like shattered glass, reflecting pain, Whispered secrets caught within her reign.
Hearts that beat like thunder, she rends apart, A dark symphony played on a bleeding heart.
She’s the Collector of eyes, fingers, and hearts, A mistress of shadows, tearing souls apart.
In her gallery of night, where the broken reside, Every stolen piece is a scream she hides.
Fingertips like knives, soft as a sigh, Snatching hope from the depths of a dying sky.
Her smile's a riddle, cruel and sublime, A haunting echo lost in the tide of time.
Eyes like shattered glass, reflecting pain, Whispered secrets caught within her reign.
Hearts that beat like thunder, she rends apart, A dark symphony played on a bleeding heart.
She’s the Collector of eyes, fingers, and hearts, A mistress of shadows, tearing souls apart.
In her gallery of night, where the broken reside, Every stolen piece is a scream she hides.
Fragments of love, like relics, decayed, Hung on the walls of the darkness she made.
No face to claim, no name to own, Just a hollow queen on a fractured throne.
Look close, can you see? The eyes that watch, the fingers that bleed.
The hearts that beat beneath the blade, In shadows deep, where light has strayed.
She’s the Collector of eyes, fingers, and hearts, A mistress of shadows, tearing souls apart.
In her gallery of night, where the broken reside, Every stolen piece is a scream she hides.
So beware the night, when silence falls, The Collector waits behind darkened walls.
Eyes, fingers, hearts, the trophy she claims, An eternal dance in a house of flames.
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