beyond redemption. 東京喰種

black rabbit

his anger towards the world was enough to fill the empty void inside his chest.

screaming for it to stop.

he could only thrash, could only feel the trickling blood of his meal down his murdered hands.

begging for release.

his teeth could only graze the torn flesh of his sins, could only touch the lingering nausea of his father's words. 

yearning for home.

no amount of time could heal the sharp pain in his monstrous eyes, forever blinded with guilt and loss. 

his fingers that once held his sister's skin,

his father's cheek,

his mother's smile.

eroded and corrupted  into a color he had always hated on his clothes.

turned to something that he had been reminded of for eternity,

asking, wondering,

why did he leave?

ayato kirishima was strong.

he did not mourn for anyone.

he did not shed a single tear,

for he ran out of pity to give.

doves.

it's because of those fucking doves.

they should be killed.

they should just all die.

every single one.

ayato kirishima showed no mercy.

he did not mourn for anyone.

he cried for the living corpse of his father,

for he could no longer contain it all to himself.

stupid sister.

you let yourself be influenced by these humans.

you are weak.

just like dad when he should've fought for us.

hurry up and die already.

ayato kirishima bore no weakness.

he mourned over the body of his sibling,

for he could no longer hold back his regrets.

don't leave.

don't fucking leave.

ayato kirishima was no more.

what's left was the disintegrated pieces of his mask.

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