"Who made you be this way?" he asked curiously as he focused on me intensely. I scoffed, "The devil in disguise did. He burned me in hell." "Is he the reason for those scars on your arms and wrists too?" his voice came out so low, which caused me to pull the sleeves of my sweater further down. "He was. Besides, those...
the world is on the cusp of its next rebirth, won't you hold my hand to see what we've become? © -immortalitatis beautiful cover by the equally beautiful @hurtcopain
TO LIVE IS TO DWELL BEHIND BARS WITH PUPPET STRINGS PULLING US FROM LIMB TO LIMB, BUT BITTERSWEET DEATH'S EMBRACE IS AN ETERNAL FAREWELL. DO NOT FORGET, MY SHATTERED DARLING, THAT DEATH GROWS STRONGER IN THE EMPTY CASKETS OF MY GLASS BONES EVERYTIME I DRAW MY BREATH. POETRY
