♱ ᅟ * ᅟ the ᅟ — ᅟ 𝖜𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ᅟ , ᅟ 𓉸

what am i? / you're alive.

⠀ ⠀ 𝓢tranger than you 𝙙͟𝙧͟𝙚͟𝙖͟𝙢͟𝙩͟ it . can you even 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 .ᐣ ⠀

a victim of creation.

this is what i live for. the feeling of blood running over my hands.

blood must be shed.

⠀⠀ is the 𝑣ery nat͟u͟r͟e ‧ † of this 𝔀orld ﹙ ... ﹚ that 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝘵hings are devo͟u͟r͟ed ﹖ ⠀

⠀ ⠀𝐠𝐨𝐝 ⠀ 𝓁oves ⠀ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ─┈ 𝒃ut ⠀ not ⠀ ⠀𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 ⠀ to ⠀ 𝖘𝐚𝐯𝐞 ⠀ 𝔂ou. ⠀

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆. ̵𝑰̵ ̵𝒌̵𝒏̵𝒐̵𝒘̵ ̵𝑰̵ ̵𝒄̵𝒐̵𝒖̵𝒍̵𝒅̵ ̵𝒉̵𝒂̵𝒗̵𝒆̵ ̵𝒍̵𝒐̵𝒗̵𝒆̵𝒅̵ ̵𝒚̵𝒐̵𝒖̵,̵ ̵𝒃̵𝒖̵𝒕̵ ̵𝒚̵𝒐̵𝒖̵ ̵𝒘̵𝒐̵𝒖̵𝒍̵𝒅̵ ̵𝒏̵𝒐̵𝒕̵ ̵𝒍̵𝒆̵𝒕̵ ̵𝒎̵𝒆̵.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⸻⠀ed⠀io⠀𝑠orridendo⠀li⠀guardava, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀e⠀𝑛ulla⠀dicea⠀loro. ⠀

i am creation both haunted and holy．

⠀i’m a fool. a smitten , lovesick fool.

could ⠀ a ⠀ 𝓭ead ⠀, ⠀ frozen ⠀ he͟a͟rt———beat ⠀ again ⠀ .ᐣ

our caved in ribs,

i ‍am ‍both ‍the ‍sacrificial ‍ 𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑏 ‍and ‍the ‍ 𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟 ﹙ ‍… ‍﹚ the ‍one ‍screaming ‍and ‍the ‍angel ‍of ‍death.

you got a taste for blood when you were licking your own wounds.

ﾠ ﾠ 𝐕﹒ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ﹔ ﾠ

ﾠ ﾠ 𝐈𝐕﹒ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 ﹔ ﾠ