ᅟ *‍ ᅟ𝒑𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧ᅟ 𝒉𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ᅟ

i came from violence; it was in my blood.

it appears i am some abomination.

you're a demon child. someday you'll be burning in hell for your sins.

should i be grateful or should i curse the fact that despite all misfortune i can still feel love?

he longs for a day to come when he will wear the mask and dance — not to conquer demons, but to the tune of that flute amid a sea of flowers.

⠀⠀these crosses all over my body ⠀remind me of who i used to be . ⠀and christ , forgive these bones i’m hiding .

grief will always return． again， again， and again， in different forms．

i need no one. and the last thing i want is someone needing me.

a heart filled with anger has no room for love.

i'm a heartless puppet， just moving around until i break.