𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕'𝘛 𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘌.

the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 sanctity of these hands——i’d do anything and everything for you.

we are one——there is no returning from the gospel that your rib could’ve been my home. or is mine yours? the world goes on but i never had to wait for the sun to rise again. it is you, so like me in these preordained chains of blood.

my son, you are my plague. it is torment how my eyes have become yours——they are mine, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮——never yours.

My tongue wants for the taste of your grace weeping——do you not see? i am your most loyal executioner. reward me. REWARD ME.

a womb we lived in together——your heartbeat was the first to lull me into life. you are my most precious gift.

aborted delights——i will knit you a cloak of life. rebirth is near.

i dream of fire. i dream of carnage. you are all of it, my darling nightmare.

i will not forget. this path is wretched. and yet, you see me as i am——this soul not lost. solitude is not mine to own, darling. I am 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦.

you will learn of my cruelty. this blade to cleave a new path——embrace its cruel bite. you see… this bold and 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 world is not made for us. we cannot exist as one. if i deny you your death, then it must be me to become its pet.

peace is an oath, one i bleed.

if you are my only, then show me beyond pretty songs. i can hear it all i wish, but i wish to see my name sculpted into your pretty flesh——fresh in violation from silver. time will see your creed to be true.

i think i’m too kind. this world abhors that. how much more can i take, of its knife carving the mark of otherness. i do not belong. these seas of the heartless, only see prey in me. i think they’re going to feast on me, to make me into their image but—— i don’t want it.

you came to me as a child. you were my dream year after year, in your promise of flames. i do not regret you. so i devote myself to your flickering grace——i am your promised servant. no other, bleeds my heart dry of heretic songs. it’s hymns purrs only for my adoration for you.

i never wanted to hurt you, when my heart made a home for you. i pray that in another life, we can choose differently. ——wars of heart, not these battles of disgrace. you and i were meant for so much more, not this. i liked you, now, I must wish you farewell.

i do not know what else to do with these soft hands. violence was never my lover. some like to waltz with ruin——i’d sooner cradle lost souls, to find faith within shattered hearts. you are not lost, i see the sun, still.

for the love of gore, i will split your chest, your belly, to spill the encore of this learnt performance of tenebrious adoration. you will learn of my love. violent and boldly cosmic in ruin. bend to my blade, let it drink. i will have you headless, dead, or rotting.

hell will take you, all the way down its throat——its maw will feast. salvation was never yours, i fear. it is not humanity’s cure. choke, choke, and choke on your self-righteousness. your darling god commands it, for your atonement. you needn’t sin any longer.

i think i love you, not in a normal way. i love you the way mantis seeks evolution; i want to betray you after fucking you. eat the taste of you and take what morsels you give. i will take and take, my loyalty long choked. i think i love you. therefore I must twist the knife.

i refuse to be the bird, hunted for meagre feasts——my ribs pried apart for the rot. i refuse to be left wanting, begging for change. in 𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙮, one must be the butcher, brave enough to break the chains of submission. i refuse to be led.