𝒎.

cold——blooded & perfect.

my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 lies the head that wears a 𝖈𝖗͟𝖔͟𝖜͟𝖓.⠀ ⠀

i’m not seeking penance for what i’ve done, father. i’m asking forgiveness for what i’m about to do.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ say you better than myself , but it’s not 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠclever as t͟h͟e 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 ᅠᅠᅠᅠ﹠. twice as 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚. ᅠ

daughter of death.