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𝙫 ile、 && 𝙘 ruel.
claws piercing the skin
on the back of his neck,
orbs rolling backwards
as a pained gasp cracks
his scorched vocal
chords and parts
his blood stained
lips.
pain makes you —( 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡。
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his fingers drum
against the mahogany.
his thoughts drowning
louder as the constant
whispering of voices
sends a chill down
his spine.
he snickers, the feeling
of power running
through his
blood stream.
late night. dark thoughts.
the feeling of unsafety
even when you’re
not against
the odds.
he’ll lay awake and
focus his mind on
the stars. insomnia
really does kill.
i didn’t understand
what you meant when
you said it back then.
now that i’m sitting
here with a pressure
behind my eyes, i can
finally see and it hurts.