worshippingchaos

Then suddenly, people don't matter 

worshippingchaos

Then suddenly, people don't matter 

-nayxia

They called it sacred, but it learned to wound in silence,
          truth bent into tools for power dressed as light.
          If heaven speaks through cruelty, then who is it speaking for—
          the divine, or the fear that wears its face at night?

worshippingchaos

Sell me the stones, 
          The souls and bones
          Kisses on my scars 
          were deeper than 
          the lies in ur skintone 

-nayxia

@worhsippingchaos  I won’t sell what’s already been buried in me,
            not stones, not souls, not what never belonged to you.
            
            If my scars were touched, they still remember the truth beneath it,
            and I won’t wrap pain in pretty words to make it softer than it was.
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