Gray ━╋

blood shed so long ago it has, with age, acquired the color and texture of rust. sad, ominous stains, a threat, a menace, memorials of pain.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𖥇⠀٬⠀𝒷𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦⠀𝘪𝘵⠀𝒐𝒏⠀᠈ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝘮𝘺⠀·⠀𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅⠀·⠀𝖍𝖊𝒂𝒓𝒕 ⠀⠀ ⠀

but no one else can see the preservation of the martyr in me.

tell me, my dear, can a 𝓱eart still break once it stopped 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴? ／ oh, but it 𝘤𝘢𝘯.