𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐦

( &. ) ─── Branded as lawless and ill-disciplined by casual onlookers, their fingers promptly pointed at me with scorn and judgment painted across their faces while lacking grounded reasoning for the labels thrown. If only they knew the truth. . .

Do you crave it? Does it please you, learning about the number of wounds inflicted upon fields now barren in the aftermath of your chaos?

( &. ) ──── Strength wavers in the duel of head versus heart. Punished for this rising innocence, only stoicism made an appearance. It resembled salvation rather than damnation.

Fall in love with a writer, they say. They’ll make you immortal. Be careful, though. You never know which role they’ll have you play. You certainly never wanted to be inked into those blank pages as the common villain for eternity.

Soft breeze blows strands of velvety hair, its movement a magically charged momentum as she plunges the blade into my chest and twists it for maximum wreckage in her ultimate exclamation of neglect.

Oh, hypocrisy. I speak to you when delightfully ignorant souls dance beneath skies made of constructed lies.

« I fucking ripped her heart from her chest, teared to shreds and tossed the pieces where they could never be found again. I’m quite literally the biggest piece of shit you could ever meet.

Truth is, she left. And with fucking reason. My entire life, I have dreaded connection. The deep kind, I mean. Soul deep and all that shit. And when things got serious, what did I do? Pushed her away. No, it wasn’t just pushing her away. It was so much more than that. »

Some call it physics but I call it magic. Dawn sheds the light, the brush of God painting the skies in brighter shades. And darkness is spooked, it shies away from the colours trapped inside the prism.

Well, fuck. Decision making is not always easy, you see. Sometimes you're stuck between the barrel of a gun and a wall... just to test where your loyalties lie.

The roaring curses ring on a constant loop, reminding of all that was lost. Injustice and betrayal, all that remain along with the knives embed into flesh. Those scars, however, can not compare to the apocalyptic battlefield across the heart.

( &. ) ─── A succession of events probed egos to grow, and develop a fictional aversion for the other. Back to back, neither dared turning until tragedy ruined concrete walls. The heart cried the order.

The roaring curses ring on a constant loop, reminding of all that was lost. Injustice and betrayal, all that remain along with the knives embed into flesh. Those scars, however, can not compare to the apocalyptic battlefield across the heart.

Loyalty distorted, pieces of hearts and soul scattered across the floor.