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aeretria >> ahmren

i. You got lost in the night in a maze full of betrayal and fright, where your strength didn't matter not when your heart broke with a splatter. ii. Your nails were broken, purple and crimson, from etching jagged lines on the walls of your prison;  she left you behind, breathing life into your fears and there was nobody else to witness your tears. iii. You hid your pain behind a smile a bit too well,  behind a mask that could stop even a shrapnel;  yet you would have seen death as a mercy when you were stuck feeling completely unworthy. iv. Your soul used to be vibrant and fiery but now it's just a skeleton of pure ivory, and your bones rattle, and your mind screams, and the warmth of her skin is another pipedream. v. You weren't supposed to fall, you weren't supposed to believe the darkness' thrall, but you were lost - alone and adrift, in a world where every day was an unwanted gift. vi. Yet, your fight doesn't end in despair   for surrender was never truly your prayer; so brush off your knees and pick up your pieces  and you'll notice how everything suddenly ceases.

I’m in the process of ignoring how Shannara ended, and still reeling from the latest episode of the 100, so let’s do some blogrates and name aesthetics and stuff - 

Oh, you silly boy, there’s nothing wrong with your tears, nothing shameful in your fears, in your broken pieces and shattered dreams. Oh, you silly boy, your anger is just but all consuming, blurring the lines with a vengeful red that makes your world a void of darkness.  Oh, you silly boy, you’re pulling the trigger on your own soul by letting the blood shape your hands, dictate your thoughts and actions. Oh, you silly boy, why do you refuse to yell for help? Or is it that you’ve burned too often for people who refuse to reach? Oh, you silly boy, the life in your eyes is slowly diminishing, haunted by the bones you’ve left behind, but your path is yet to be set in stone. Oh, you silly boy, it’s time to shake off your misery and spread your wings, you don’t belong among the ashes, but with the brightly shining stars.