𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉

⤾ 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙨

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙮;

her eyes were divine and solemn,
mine wasn't as i scream the gaze of the wicked and salem.

oh, you crave for her angelic wings as i made by witchery and vain.

my love, you acted like you yearn for these raptured heart of mine,

but alas, it was just my fantasy that made you enchanting, i mistook your poison as my holy grail and now we are going down the rails...

our own despairs..