YOU ARE THE REASON
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I will tear myself away from you by force if I have to. Until the blood that binds us stains the walls, I will shred apart every cord, every sinew and synapse that binds our genes; I will rend it all asunder between us until I am so disfigured you'll have no choice but to call me "stranger."
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Every selfish, careless human being in this godforsaken place needs to be punished, and I swear on all that there is left to care about that I will twist and bloody myself into the most awful creature imaginable in order to do so.
I'll leave you to your ramblings if it means you'll stay where you are. I'll let you TEAR YOURSELF APART in silence if you just leave us be. But take a single step in my direction,
AND I WILL DO IT FOR YOU.
From shriveled, flaking skin, I tear my way out, the sickening smell of burning blood welcomes me as all that was is incinerated.
The remaining pockets of compassion are ruptured like pustules, acidic bile singes your fingers as you cling to the hope that you'll escape with your life.
You deserve this. I deserve this.
I indulge myself in the evil you have bred, the miasma of hate and wretched, rotted death. You've been gone, but I leave gashes in the ground where you stood regardless, and in spite of everything, the dirt bleeds.
You want to use me? You want to fucking use me?? Go ahead, but remember that caging a beast will ONLY end with blood. I hope you're ready.
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Tell me, what have you never been told, but would adore hearing?
I’ll begin;
“You have done well.”
"I release you."
Emotion and misplaced kindness has brought you nothing but hurt.
Feel nothing, spite everyone. Then we will see who gets to hurt who.
Run while you still can. All burn at my touch, make some space so there's still a world left to cry in when I'm finished.
Sunken ships and broken bones. I am in the sea, waiting.
fairy dust and honeysuckle petals. i am in the heart, loving.
Serrated claws and stalking eyes. I am in the dark, hunting.
The songs from the deep tell the stories of bones and creatures long dead.
The songs from on high tell the stories of stars and eyes that saw from holy heads.
The songs from below tell the stories or lost heroes and angels that have been fallen for too long.
The songs from above tell the stories of raindrops and martyrs that have done no wrong.
The songs from within tell the stories of riots and rebels who fought for their rights.
The songs from the streets tell the stories of salvation, of the ones who would never back down until they had saved everyone.
The songs from the shadows tell the stories of forgotten children and the ones who managed to make it, and convince you that you are capable of being one of them.
The songs from the dark woods tell the stories of feral hunters and their eternal bloodbath, the burning singularity within that drives them to hollow out everyone else who dares to make them believe again.
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My face leaks divinity. Holiness lives on my fingertips, desire on my eyelids, and jealousy in my heart. Can you claim to be a god like me?
My face leaks danger. Legends live on my fingertips, ferocity on my eyelids, and strength in my heart. Can you claim to be a goddess like me?
My face leaks retribution. Scars live on my fingertips, nightmares on my eyelids, and darkness in my heart. Can you claim to be a vindocator like me?
my face leaks intimidation. pain lives on my fingertips, hollowness on my eyelids, and malice in my heart. can you claim to be a monster like me?
My face leaks savagery. Blood lives on my fingertips, a firebrand on my eyelids, and ash in my heart. Can you claim to be a storm like me?
Shatter the mirror and forget who you used to be.
Break the chains and remember why you can never stop fighting.
My throat is full of violin strings; my voice is a harsh melody.
My throat is full of burning coal; my voice is a vengeful howl.
I am not good.
I am greed. I am malice. I am discord. I am the quiet before the storm.
I am not kind.
I am spite.
I am pain.
I am brimstone.
I am the end of your joy.
Your fingers spark and you struggle to stay alive.
Your claws wither and you struggle to kill.
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ice in my veins.
Thunder in my eyes.
Tell me, what is your heaven?
Not where, I don’t want a location.
Your heaven, what does it entail?
My heaven is the embers of angerbin my chest finally simmering into black husks.
I am tired and bone weary.
Heaven is a purple sea, smelling of ink
I am looking for ideas
Heaven Is An End
I Don’t Know What I’m Looking For
heaven is finally getting to see the bruises from pulling at my chains fade away.
i’ll reach freedom, eventually.
probably a tree on a hill. the way the light hits the tree makes the perfect shadow for me to lie under.
and with that, i’d be free at last.
Heaven is shackle free and weightless of everything, where my dreams are tangible to all.
Heaven is seeing galaxies and a violin playing, a sense of freedom eternal.
Heaven is scorched earth, a path of destruction behind me, and at the end of it, a broken spirit, cracked and crushed under the weight of my revenge.
