this was lacking in eloquence . perpetuity maintained the right thing & this body finds calm . warm breath that surrounds half coldness & the wrinkled charred skin , dead one that persists in being alive , is unknown on the skin . fangs could be a worrisome matter for any useless , for him , they were scant concern inside his flame . a grimace & half - closed eyes can say more than a word , feets by inertia slid with weakness treading land . fighting against persistent jolt is contradictory . he could only stay there & let himself be guided for the first time to another path that isn't himself . ‘ yeah , let's see the sunset maybe … ’
@griefcrown / src .
this place screams your name & tries to flood the evening in hell . calmness is something imitable in his state , however , sharp - eyed features already condemn an unchanging ferocity . his words stopped the pause . hoarse / soft voice with sinister volumes ceased . giving rise to endless silence , body generates flames & speaks for itself : THIS IS PURE IRRITATION . calamity is yours & you will not let anyone untie you , rebellion runs through your veins & it has kept this heart pounding in the chest . ‘ repeat what you have said & you will be wind food . ’
@mideoku / src .
here where you remember not to forget anything , where at the end of the day everything that begins again is when everything ends once more & that is where your broken faith is renewed to return to distrust . to continue contradicting this truth once again , for full of life to feel that life simply goes away . it's not just the way you think about it & there is only one way to say it . no admiration , no questions , no ellipsis . it's short , fast, monotone , sober & terse . one is said with the same intonation , like a striped record . he doesn't need a long walk or a reflection in the garden . he doesn't need explanations & justifications , he has the brevity of a second , for the other because he was already for oneself . it's the last act of dignity . end of a book , without more chapters or second parts . expression remains blank without decoding . seams from side to side through pale skin hide lips & like a look that stalks the fright . he doesn't think of himself as an idiot , he doesn't appear in others who look at him from under his feet . ‘ whatever , i don't fucking care . ’ voice is not tremulous , or hesitant , or aggressive & leaves no doubt . it’s a breath that the wind swept with fierce blast .
@salndr / src .