this vessel, this vessel is a lie, a shapeshifting beast, a lesson in fluidity.

a period of emptiness. everything feels so shallow. even happiness is dull. maybe everything would be better if nothing existed.

there is a hell; believe me, i’ve seen it. / there is a heaven; let’s keep it a secret.

i stand here as nothing to you.

⠀ ⠀i want to sleep . it is hell that my father didn't grant that . imagine closing your eyes , && poof — time passes .

god is dead. you aren’t. keep running.

for someone who’s scared of being abandoned i sure like to isolate myself

i miss you like a lonely little dog, like all creatures that love without really being good for anything.

i kneel into a dream where i am good and loved. i am good. i am loved. my hands have made some good mistakes. they can always make better ones.

i want to be happy but something inside me screams that i do not deserve it.

⠀ ⠀( he is appearing behind the reader . blood on his trenchcoat , the origin unknown . he looks worn out , tired . )

you won't cry for my absence， i know. you forgot me long ago. am i that unimportant? am i so insignificant? isn't something missing? isn't someone missing me?

life is just too long…

my bones are smoldering and my knuckles are bloody. forgive me. forgive me.

there is a god who demands to be bled for.

angel.⠀ i have such low muse for all of my muses . i can't seem to be happy in any verse

i walked into the ocean. not to drown, but to be held by something reluctant to let go.