‍ꉂ ‍ ‍ՙ 𝓢𝐏I͜͡𝐍𝙴𝙻𝗘𝗦𝗦 ‍ ‍៹ ‍ ‍𝙵𝙾͟𝙾͟𝙻． ‍

،،⠀─┈⠀˖⠀a 𝖖𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞-𝐛𖦹𝐭 that 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 with 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 ﹐ 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 ﹐ 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅 ＆̲ 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. sources gathered from 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝗺𝘀 ﹐ 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮 ﹐ 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 ＆̲ 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. ༢

after fury，what do you do with the remains ִ 𖤠

wars bloom in their heads like flowers．

these flowers are full of fangs，comfort me in fury．wake me，witch．

i died long ago．nothing can touch me now．

am i living half alive ִ 𖤠 god i’m so tired．

who attached these weighted wings on my shoulders ִ 𖤠

before death i hope to obtain my life．

sacrifice yourself in my name．

i’ll chew you up and spit you out．

write me some blood．

contrary to wound，i still know nothing of defeat．

to be made of flesh was humiliation．

home is the first grave．

the many ways i could have died．

why didn’t you treat me with care before，now you grovel at my feet when faced with a knife．

moon snakes，tongues of the dark speaks like bones unlocking．

the day i died，i did not tell my body．

here all things scream silently．

i often see how you sob over what you destroy，how you want to stop and just worship ﹔ and you do stop，and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife，like a surgeon．

cross my heart and hope to die，welcome to the darkside．