Tw // self-harm, blood
"From every vowel to consonant,
To every phrase that comes out of your mouth,
Another slit on your tongue."
- maybe "No! Hold your word, recall the fact you're reckoned to be weary.
Listen and nod, remember, that's your duty.
Watch the sun ascend until it descends,
When it comes to the death of the night,
Only then, you will cry and wish you weren't as bland.
Now, with that blade, and that fucked mindset,
Fill your mouth with blood, that's dense.
I will be proud by then." - Thank you my sane.
