⠀⠀ —– ; it’s the bitter taste of poison that lingers on the tongue. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. * 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ﹟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑒𝑟𝑎. ⠀⠀

⠀⠀ & like the cat —– i have nine times to * 𝑑𝑖𝑒. ⠀⠀

⠀ battered knuckles & blood—caked flesh ; there’s a pain to remind her of what it’s like to 𝒇 𝒆 𝒆 𝒍. ⠀⠀

⠀ 𝘪 ’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 ’𝘮 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 , they say ... but not even in death do i rest. ⠀⠀

Came home with blood under my fingernails, smelling like violence

⠀⠀ broken—–hearted fools , searching for a little bit of luck. ⠀⠀

╱ now just hear me out .... What if I returned?

╱ Let me clean this account up.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ﹠ old habits sure die * 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅. ⠀⠀