i.⠀ 𝙰𝙲𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙺𝙷 ─┈┈


↳  𝗗͟𝗔͟𝗜͟𝗢͟𝗦͟   ⁽ ᵃᵈʲ ⁾                                                 革を着た男
in   me burns the  most      𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜  of longings.    
                         To     devour    𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙴
                                  ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲ ̲       

 ﹕ HIS EYES  are entirely  black &&  𝗗͟𝗘͟𝗩͟𝗢͟𝗜͟𝗗͟   of life.    YOU STARE  into their 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜  ,,  it's as if  the abyss is              staring        𝕭𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜
                                                                
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    ▏    they don't tell you  the true INSANITY,  
           how it    weaves  a     𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙴𝙻 𝚂𝚈𝙼𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝚈  
 of 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 into  cracked eyes  and purple    BONES.      𝗘𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗧-𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 ,  narrowed  to read between your   
    𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞  of white  pleasantries,  𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘛𝘖 
                    𝘔𝘐𝘋𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘚 AND  blooded bones.
                               I͟t͟ ͟h͟u͟r͟t͟s͟ ͟t͟o͟ ͟b͟r͟e͟a͟t͟h͟e͟
   when it's      𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙨      ,     𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐋  a    ROSE  and let it rot in its thorns.    𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰.  ,  
             MAYBE Angels  don't 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩 because  you
                 don't let    them  i  feel d͟i͟v͟i͟n͟i͟t͟y͟ in 
                           my bones like aching:      
                                     l͟i͟k͟e͟ ͟f͟i͟r͟e͟ .        [.  .  .]

                    𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟, 𝗔𝗟𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗟𝗬
                       ⁱ ⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃˢʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ 
                                 ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱᵐᵖᵘʳⁱᵗʸ