‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍heaven—sent ;

…do you believe in god? not gods, but 'god.' do you believe in 'the one' that exists beyond you? no matter your belief: god is real. and, god is dead.

no effort, no hope, no illusion can satisfy you any longer.

i will remember you always, until my life is exhausted.

revenge is merely an obligation that must be carried out, and no one can find mental fulfilment through it.

this is a study of my own inadequacy. ( no, it isn't. this is a study of my humanity. )

all of us used to be so innocent, but somehow, we were typecast as monsters.

find me, before i eat myself.

but it is surely crippling to limp along, so out of step with the lofty gaze you insist on maintaining.

for now, just like this––i want to stay with you. just like this, in the moments before morning falls.

'i want to die, but i am sorry that i want to die.' this is the feeling experienced by those who abandon themselves to nothingness.

i want to die, i want to disappear, there's nothing left for me here. there's no more hope in a life like this, so i'm just standing here, in this nightmare, in a world that bloomed from my choked past.

forcing down my heart's desires so that i won't follow them:

fly, fly away...like a bird in the sky, see the world on my behalf...to the heavens you may fly.

through rainy days (and sunny days), i wait for you.

thinking back on what went wrong, everything was clearly my fault.

if you pierced right through me with a knife, that would be nice––that would be nice.

she could not love herself, and she felt that inside of her, something was missing that would allow her to love them.

you, the ceremonial knife. / me, the offering on the altar.

put your hand to my faded cheek: a testament of our desires.

i'll say it again: the words, 'i miss you.'