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 .