BORNE FROM THE BLOOD OF gods

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by karmauh

by karmauh

maybe i'll hunt you down / maybe i'll catch you in my snare―or my sneer. or whatever monster i've made this time.

and maybe you
should
take a step to
the other side―
―of the fence.

the grass may be
browning
and the leaves may be
dead
but
it would be better
than if you hadn't
tried at all.

( -the age old saying is never give up without a fight; even if hopelessness permits your very bones- )

MAYBE YOU'LL ALWAYS LOSE一
[it was never about winning the game, it was about playing it].

you'll never catch up / you're already so far ahead that your behind them all. does it matter if you're last on the track when you finished the first-second-and-third round? that sorrow never goes away.

/ not until you shatter your mirror between baby-skinned hands and vampire-sharp teeth. /

• oh darling
you held my heart
and you threw it away
because you thought i didn't love you －
because the only way you know love is when
it destroys you.

what a pity, what a shame.

YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A GOD, IF YOU WEREN'T SO MISERABLE; MADE OF STONE-SHAVED SAPPHIRES AS YOU ARE.

( does the fear haunt you? are you worried about what hasn't even happened yet? have you run through every possible mistake you can make yet? )

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.
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darling thank the skies i'm here, because the rain has no problem washing never away.