hallowed be thy rage

Oh, how my blade aches for the veins of your heart only as much your teeth ache for pulse of my throat. I loathe my hesitance just as much I despise your existence.

I resent my desire to gnaw on your bones. You would rather set yourself aflame than let another snatch the chance away from you to drain me to my death.

Do you now see me as damaged possession to rid of?

𔘓. *. ⋆

Our worlds are far apart when they used to be one, a long time ago. But you 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 me, my heart, and now I crave nothing but to drown in your blood and purge the rot you left in me.

Howbeit I am tempest and you are drought, nature seems to be puppeteering a sick joke beyond our comprehension-or was it your hesitancy, my heart?

Or is it because the oath - our forsaken vows, once sworn at the altar-has wickedly resurfaced this time?

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doubt anyone's gonna find this, so uploading this old drafted project from 2024, never gonna continue though so enjoy whatever's going on