traum, paul herrmann, 1914

the next time i bleed, i bleed for me.

[DARK, HAUNTING MUSIC CRESCENDOS].

just like honey

we do not talk about the mistakes. we do not bring them to the light. we let them sit inside us in all the dark places, we let them fester and rot, and, eventually, we let them kill us. all in due time, of course. but we never speak of them.

you put your faith in others, that’s where you went wrong.

there's an abrasion on your soul and rust in your chest. you're falling apart: in the ways you know how, and most of the ways you don't.

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐒 ﹐ 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑺 ╾┈ ❴ sing their song of glory ﹠ tragedy . ❵

❴ verses . ❵

❴ summary . ❵

❴ characters . ❵

❴ plot . ❵

One of Avonia's butterfly sits on thessaline. nose. There's nothing that Avonia wanted to say, so she kept her gaze at the saintess. Watching. “...”