♱⛥♱ 𝔐𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔘𝔭 𝔒𝔣 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔰𝔬 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢 —— ; ♱⛥♱ 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔡𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 ﹖

the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.

feels like we buried alive something that never died so god, it hurt when i found out.

𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔰𝔬 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢 —— ; ♱⛥♱ 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔡𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔫𝔬 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 ﹖