* 𝗦𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒐𝒓.

I’M ️️MIXING ️️MY ️️ POP ️️CULTURE ️️METAPHORS ️️’CAUSE ️️I’M ️️FUCKING ️️ U͟P͟S͟ET!

⠀ ⠀ 𝗂 𝖽𝗎𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑺 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍 .ᐟ.ᐟ

𑣲 ⏦ﾟ ── i always wanted to die 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 and 𝓅𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦, but i’d be too busy on 𝔴𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝒅͟𝒂͟𝒚͟𝒔͟.

⠀ 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗳͟𝗿͟𝗼͟𝘇͟𝗲͟𝗻 .

ᅠ 𝖼𝖺𝗇 ⠀𝑦𝑜𝑢⠀ 𝚏͟𝚒͟𝚗͟𝚍͟ ⠀𝗆𝖾⠀ .ᐣ ᅠ

one day， i am gonna grow wings.

the god of fire descends to light the forest， to fill you with what hollows. everyone you meet you scorch.

the blood that drips down from your chin is sickly sweet and metallic and， oh， so familiar. you are not sure you remember who it belongs to anymore.

⁣　 weep for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart.

not a god's chosen， but a god's cursed．

⠀ ⠀ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌, 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

⠀ ⠀ 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗱, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄.

I’M ️️MIXING ️️MY ️️ POP ️️CULTURE ️️METAPHORS ️️’CAUSE ️️I’M ️️FUCKING ️️ U͟P͟S͟ET!

this can't be. how could i forget? everyone， please don't go. don't leave me alone.

⠀ with a 𝒕͟𝒆͟𝒎͟𝒑͟𝒆͟𝒓 like 𝘠𝘖𝘜 .ᐟ ⠀

sometimes ， my body feels like a burial ground for all the people i should have become .ᐟ

and no matter what i've done, it wouldn't matter anyway