relive your darkest — angel. & eve.
Dec 12, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Dec 12, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -5
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
Caressing the patch over where my left eye used to be, I fathom about how I died. How the light receded like a poignant tide, and how darkness flowed in the empty space it left. How it was quiet, painless, fleeting. I could feel the entire world's heartbeat then, rushing ahead of my own, never slowing down.
It's so severely wrong to reverse a rite of passage. I was dying there, afloat over the tide pools, saltwater in the lungs, the promise of heaven broadcasted across the skies. I accepted the end. I understood it. I digested it whole and managed to not spit it out even though the bitterness was intolerable.
Watching Anatalia mourn an empty space is absurd, and the sight brings another flavor of rot to the mouth - the taste of betrayal. There was no mercy to her knife. She meant to kill, not wound, and she almost succeeded. But, Glamour Kinkade decides that it takes more than a silver's bite and a seamless aim to make an angel fall from worthless grace.
Icarus with his beeswax wings, is not me.
The bread is coarse and insipid, its grains sticking to my palms, but it sates the bottomless hunger to an extent. No more hollow stomachs. No more digging through shrubberies in search of edible flora. No more of the tragedies. Perhaps, I should be relieved.
Thoughts are cut short as footsteps enter the dining area, accompanied by a face that belongs to the dead. Eve Renner's skin has not lost its sallowness, flesh barely clinging onto the bones, and I realize with a quiet horror that it is a trademark we all share now. Walking skeletons that are left unburied with all their guilt and fury.
She shows teeth but no words come from the small intervals between them - only a snarl. And, I am as paralyzed as I was with Anatalia, eyes adhered to her demented features as she rushes onward with all her fury and rage.
Her fists are sticks and stones,
and each one tries
to break my bones.
A laugh, a callousness.
“So, you did not fall.”
And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
[ lyrics + title : shake it out — florence ]
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues strong
It's always darkest before the dawn
[ lyrics + title : shake it out — florence ]
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