MOONLIGHT SONATA . . . regulus black

𝖝𝖝𝖎𝖛. it's better for me to die

the blood in my veins did long ago cease flowing,
mercury drips through my fingertips,
a silver liquid staining everything i touch, leaving trails of stardust and battle behind.

i can hear the angels singing and taste the cosmos,
i can see crowns of pure gold dust upon
some of people's heads.

the dark lord exhausted me,
i think he is planning to drain me
until i close my eyes forever.

and maybe, it's better this way
for me to die.

but i want you to be there,
even if you have a knife for tongue
and arrows for eyes,
poison on your lips
and drugs in your smile
i beg you,
kiss me one last time.