nothing. we are nothing.
no mourners to miss, no headstones to name.
empty palms, empty souls, glass eyes sunk to sand.
six feet under, i'll scream until lungs tighten my ribs.
no one will save me.
it's too late to be rescued.
death pushed me away with closed arms.
couldn't even share this casket with you.
such a merciless way to go,
water ribboned through our throats.
it's time to go. i'm sorry for being the demise of you.finifugal • avoiding the ending
hating endings; of someone who tries to avoid
or prolong the final moments of a story,
relationship, or some other journey.the end.
( but also the beginning )
YOU ARE READING
Desperado
Fanfictionyou smell like rosé but taste of death. regulus black 2021 aliiferous