𝗂. 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗡 . 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒

ｐｒａｙ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ ｌｏｓｅ

to the one who has never seen light, you, who will never be afraid of eternal night, you were a mere child wearing death as perfume over gleaming enamels, tombs stained with last sung lullabies of mothers, those phantom songs of overcast skies and veiled demise linger on your midnight sun eyes. darling, you hold the darkness in you closer than the people you ruined without knowing.

you appear to be the moon, gentle, vulnerable, and they look in your eyes only to find it all an illusion. for you were never the moon, those midnight sun eyes blinded many and only she was left, gazing at you, and the beautiful mess you had turned her was your cure, she wasn't blinded by your blaze because she believed.

s h e b e l i e v e d. [she lied. she lied she was alright so you wouldn't cut her off, she would rather get a cinematic tragedy than a lovelorn casette of memories playing every night]. to the one who she would destroy herself for, you, whose violence she could consume till you are mended, i pray you don't lose yourself, for her love is real, it's not in your head.