1:27AM ! markhyuck.

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the maple of his sunkissed skin was like drops of gold from heaven, an angel with a scarred heart in the way of sinless hearth.

his laughter lines were like a photo of black and white. faltering every few seconds yet birthed in agony with ripe sorrow leaning towards tomorrow.

with the force of typhoons, the aquarius foamed seas of calypso echoed through his ears;

is it too late?

moonlight crested on the mahogany crown of his head in residue and pulchrid,

he was fire.

the flames of skin burned the wax of his wings and perhaps he flew too close to the sun.

but the tears of his cheeks cooled the heat and the vapor from his flesh soared into an aroma of sadness; blood was never just beautiful.

all at once it was just red.

he spoke into the black of the lunar night. "oh, i know i hate living, but you can't keep decievingㅡ does it make you feel good?"

he looked up at the sky as the boy in the moon cried out for him, and he cried with him.