Death Spells. Baltimore. 11.04.13. Kill.
“My wife’s grandmother was having these moments where she would stop breathing for a second,” Frank Iero begins, referring to the late relative. “I’d think, ‘Oh, my God, she’s passed away,’ but then she’d wake up. It was like one of these weird little spells—these weird little death spells where she would wake up and say, ‘No, I’m just really tired.’ To me, [the name invokes] these little introductions to another world and coming back from it—kind of leaving this world but not for too long, then snapping back to reality.”
james dewees and frank iero | death spells
But nothing says I love you like a capital crime. [x]
Let my sorrow weigh you down and feed upon you.