hymn to ena.

ㅤㅤfor the sinner the curtain call has come .

Love birds sleeping in a heart shape

what am i supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?

you’re a heap of flesh and guts and blood in a wax museum. the only thing real. sickeningly real. crimson and warm where the others are pale and cold. revoltingly red, nauseatingly alive. you’re a child in a graveyard.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐅͟ 𝐄͟ 𝐀͟ 𝐓͟ 𝐇͟ 𝐄͟ 𝐑͟ 𝐄͟ 𝐃͟ 𓆪 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐓 𝐄 𝐌 𝐏 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

i wish for the sun to always be warm ，the grass to always remain green. i wish that every time i would smile ，you would be by my side. i wish for an eternity by your side in the blink of an eye.