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disgracedvessel · 2 years

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The Rotten Apple of a Crooked Tree [Julius & Arvis]

starter for @loptyrrany

One thing that had taken Julius by surprise - after the initial disgust and indignation over the damp caves, the mangy rats, and the abject poverty with which he, a prince, had to share his quarters had abated somewhat - was that Abyssians maintained a library with the same level of care that kept their tavern doors open. It was a clean room, devoid even of cobwebs (perhaps, he thought one day when he found a rat that had squeezed into a barrel in pursuit of the moldy crumbs of a forgotten heel of bread and subsequently died there, that was because spiders had more dignity than rats), and packed floor-to-ceiling with old tomes that would never see the light of day again. Maybe it was kinship that drove the unofficial librarian to so diligently care for a room that saw one or two curious guests on a good day, but Julius couldn’t remember ever seeing a book out of line.

The collection was finite though, and many of the books, despite their watchful guardian’s best efforts, were nearly unreadable, charred leather and torn parchment telling stories grander those which the pages themselves could tell. Julius had sifted through a number of them in order to while away the hours in purgatory, and by a year’s time, found himself without anything new to read. There were, after all, far fewer books that entered the hands of Abyssians than the number expected of the academy’s library that sat just overhead, and after reading a few dozen it became clear to Julius that even the “forbidden” knowledge of this secret library wasn’t so unregulated after all. The Archbishop knew all that existed there. And allowed it.

By the time he reached the end of the collection, Julius had the impression that there was a greater context that he was missing - the story of Fódlan’s surface and the teachings of its goddess, both of which allowed this pit of despair and misfortune to exist, knowingly, right under the church’s nose. He hadn’t spent long above ground except to slip into church-assigned expeditions for a taste of sunlight and exercise, and he’d sooner die than attend another lecture by a decrepit priest after a decade of Manfroy’s prattling, so he had escaped indoctrination thus far. Still, idleness and boredom bred an insatiable curiosity that soon spurred him to reach for just a touch of the divine again. What did the goddess have to say of her people, and those whom she buried?

The moon had long passed the centerpoint in the sky and had begun its journey back to the mountain peaks in the distance when Julius surfaced (truly like a rat, or those filthy insects that prowled the night for food when all the candlelights had been snuffed out, came the reviled thought, unbidden). His eyes, well-accustomed to low light conditions now, searched vigilantly for shadows cast by lamplight as he crept alongside the wall toward the wing that held the faculty’s offices. The old hinges of the double doors protested loudly, even as he inched them open bit by bit until they allowed him just enough space to squeeze through, and he paused in the stairwell to listen for patrolling footsteps. None came, so he pressed onward.

The library door at the end of the corridor was open, and from it spilled a circle of warm light. It would have been a haven in the dark to anyone else, but the night cloaked Julius in its protection and he hesitated to discard it. No one should be awake at this hour. No one who mattered to him, anyway. So he pressed himself against the wall and edged closer. Nothing stirred when he peered around the threshold of the open door, except the flame flickering above the stump of a candle nearly-spent. Forgotten, perhaps. He stepped inside lightly, changing his footing when he felt the wood sink beneath his toes and stopping it from creaking. Still, no one appeared. He frowned at himself. Why was he creeping around like a thief in the night? He straightened up and approached one of the shelves.

There were plenty of books on the goddess’ teachings here. His fingers brushed along their spines as he read each name in the low light. Seiros’ commandments, the founding of Fódlan, the rites of Seiros... He wondered how many differed from what he had read in Abyss and selected one at random: Sermons of Aldrich Kraus. Wood creaked. His eyes flashed wide. Muscles tensed. Air trapped inside his lungs. He spun on his heel. The book, a projectile now, flew across the room.

#loptyrrany #thread : the rotten apple of a crooked tree #// good news: I've woken up the exposition part of my writing brain again #// bad news: it's now everyone else's problem #// pleeease don't feel obligated to match this length #// anyway super stoked to write with your arvis

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clairvxyxnt · 6 years

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you’re a rotten monster. / “ you rise, I fall, I stand, you crawl, you twist, I turn. ” / “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” / pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. / “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” / guilt that isn’t yours to have. / it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. / chains. / a face in the mirror that you don’t recognize. / “ how could you do this to me ? ” / the sharp sting of guilt. / you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. / the family you never had. / falling backwards through time. / quicksand. / drowning, but you don’t save yourself. / “ you’re getting better. ” / “ because monsters don’t get to live happily ever after. ” / “ they smile like a snake.” / you’re the stars and the sky. / there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. / they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. / “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” / you edge a bit too close to the sun. / another ghost to take your place after every stumble. / deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. / rock candy melting in water. / waves rise and leave the foam behind. / maybe if you scrub hard enough, that rot will fall away. / the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. / happiness is the best front a man can make. / discomfort at the tiniest of touches. / the sky opens up when you see them. / rain comes down. / poppy fields. / your sanity hanging by a thread. / “ oh god, what have you done? ” / your mother had the most beautiful gardens, but you can’t grow anything worth a damn. / the similarities between deep space and deep water. / they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. / you tried to help, but it only got worse. / now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. / adam & eve in the garden. / a temptress in crisp button-downs. / “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ” / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. / the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. / you smell like the mountains in the winter. / crisp red apples piled up on the table. / your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. / a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. / there’s a place (person) you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. / the seat of power fits like a glove. / heavy is the head that wears the crown. / you share a space, but not a mind. / they think you are weak; you are, maybe. / “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” / an empty bird’s nest. / broken pencil tips. / there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. / “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” / “ they weren’t there when it happened. ” / quick to anger. / corruption. / there’s a red string tying you together. / the scent of whiskey on the horizon. / “ if you touch my brother I swear I will kill you all ! ” / pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. / “ jump. I dare you. ” / 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. / you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. / always walking on sunshine. / marble under the sun. / “ I was hoping that you’d understand. ” / there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. / loon is the word of the day. / hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. / you drift, & you don’t know where you’re going. / no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. / the empty side of your bed he crawled into ( he didn’t hold you, and you were everything but fine with it ). / court hearings. / “ I miss you. ” / siblings are a funny thing. / they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. / a lone wolf separated from its pack. / god-blood. / “ they say your name is death. ” / “ there’s so much blood on your hands & agony in your soul. How are you surviving, monster ? ” I’m not. / all-consuming passion. / think about the things you did. / feed off the daylight. / no signs of life. / “ what are you waiting for? ” / a diaphanous sea of rose petals. / pure wilderness. / if you’re hungry enough, anyone can stop caring about something long enough to eat it. / spine like a ladder, and his weary feet can’t find purchase. / the burn was so slow no one ever saw it coming. / learn through teaching. / there were things ; your own acts from which you could not recover. / how the other half dies. / “ have you ever thought about why trees bleed? ” / your family would crash headfirst against the rocks in a storm to give you the world. & so would you, even though you feel like you’re worthless & a burden to them. / you are not safe. you are alone. no one is coming for you. / “ go down with me, fall with me. ” / i am awake in the place where women die. / thunder rolling on the hills. / black on black on black on black on bl — / the long game. / restless hands. / ivy infiltrating an empty, corroded church. / you will do anything to spare them ( maybe you already have ). / a cemetery by the moon, unblessed. / every sparrow your Gods forgot. / even when you walked one would think you waltzed. / the worst monsters wear the faces of men. / “ madmen know nothing, but you should have seen me. ” / “ my blood ran cold. ” / power corrupts. / wood grain and nail tracks. / no scales are strong enough to judge you. / they created you, but do not love you, & they never will. you’re fine with that. / “ Would you destroy yourself if it saves those you love ? ” (“ Immediately. ”) / dead flowers placed in front of a grave with alarmingly fresh dirt. / the grave isn’t yours, but it should be. / if there is a God, any God at all, how do I kill Them for all Theyv’ve done to me ? / in the end, you will be alone. (it’s a fitting end for a monster.) / You loved with a love that was more than love.

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egotisticle · 6 years

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you’re a rotten monster. / “ you rise, I fall, I stand, you crawl, you twist, I turn. ” / “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” / pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. / “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” / guilt that isn’t yours to have. / it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. / chains. / a face in the mirror that you don’t recognize. / “ how could you do this to me? ” / the sharp sting of guilt. / you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. / the family you never had. / falling backwards through time. / quicksand. / drowning, but you don’t save yourself. / “ you’re getting better. ” / “ because monsters don’t get to live happily ever after. ” / “ they smile like a snake.” / you’re the stars and the sky. / there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. / they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. / “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” / you edge a bit too close to the sun. / another ghost to take your place after every stumble. / deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. / rock candy melting in water. / waves rise and leave the foam behind. / maybe if you scrub hard enough, that rot will fall away. / the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. / happiness is the best front a man can make. / discomfort at the tiniest of touches. / the sky opens up when you see them. / rain comes down. / poppy fields. / your sanity hanging by a thread. / “ oh god, what have you done? ” / your mother had the most beautiful gardens, but you can’t grow anything worth a damn. / the similarities between deep space and deep water. / they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. / you tried to help, but it only got worse. / now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. / adam & eve in the garden. / a temptress in crisp button-downs. / “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ” / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. / the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. / you smell like the mountains in the winter. / crisp red apples piled up on the table. / your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. / a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. / there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. / the seat of power fits like a glove. / heavy is the head that wears the crown. / you share a space, but not a mind. / they think you are weak; you are, maybe. / “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” / an empty bird’s nest. / broken pencil tips. / there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. / “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” / “ they weren’t there when it happened. ” / quick to anger. / corruption. / there’s a red string tying you together. / the scent of whiskey on the horizon. / “ if you touch my brother I swear I will kill you all ! ” / pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. / “ jump. I dare you. ” / 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. / you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. / always walking on sunshine. / marble under the sun. / “ I was hoping that you’d understand. ” / there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. / loon is the word of the day. / hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. / you drift, & you don’t know where you’re going. / no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. / the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. / court hearings. / “ I miss you. ” / siblings are a funny thing. / they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. / a lone wolf separated from its pack. / god-blood. / “ they say your name is death. ” / “ there’s so much blood on your hands & agony in your soul. How are you surviving, monster ? ” / all-consuming passion. / think about the things you did. / feed off the daylight. / no signs of life. / “ what are you waiting for? ” / a diaphanous sea of rose petals. / pure wilderness. / if you’re hungry enough, anyone can stop caring about something long enough to eat it. / spine like a ladder, and his weary feet can’t find purchase. / the burn was so slow no one ever saw it coming. / learn through teaching. / there were things ; your own acts from which you could not recover. / how the other half dies. / “ have you ever thought about why trees bleed? ” / your family would crash headfirst against the rocks in a storm to give you the world. & so would you, even though you feel like you’re worthless & a burden to them. / you are not safe. you are alone. no one is coming for you. / “ go down with me, fall with me. ” / i am awake in the place where women die. / thunder rolling on the hills. / black on black on black on black on bl — / the long game. / restless hands. / ivy infiltrating an empty, corroded church. / you will do anything to spare them / a cemetery by the moon, unblessed. / every sparrow god forgot. / even when you walked one would think you waltzed. / the worst monsters wear the faces of men. / “ madmen know nothing, but you should have seen me. ” / “ my blood ran cold. ” / power corrupts. / wood grain and nail tracks. / no scales are strong enough to judge you. / they created you, but do not love you, & they never will. / “ Would you destroy yourself if it saves those you love ? ” / dead flowers placed in front of a grave with alarmingly fresh dirt. / the grave isn’t yours, but it should be. / if there is a God, any God at all, how do I kill Him for everything he’s done to me ? / in the end, you will be alone

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ryanthevagabondhaywood · 6 years

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you’re a rotten monster. / “ you rise, I fall, I stand, you crawl, you twist, I turn. ” / “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” / pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. / “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” / guilt that isn’t yours to have. / it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. / chains. / a face in the mirror that you don’t recognize. / “ how could you do this to me? ” / the sharp sting of guilt. /you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. / the family you never had. / falling backwards through time. / quicksand. / drowning, but you don’t save yourself. / “ you’re getting better. ” / “ because monsters don’t get to live happily ever after. ” / “ they smile like a snake.” / you’re the stars and the sky. / there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. / they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. /“ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” / you edge a bit too close to the sun. / another ghost to take your place after every stumble. / deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. / rock candy melting in water. / waves rise and leave the foam behind. / maybe if you scrub hard enough, that rot will fall away. / the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. / happiness is the best front a man can make. / discomfort at the tiniest of touches. / the sky opens up when you see them. / rain comes down. / poppy fields. / your sanity hanging by a thread. / “ oh god, what have you done? ” / your mother had the most beautiful gardens, but you can’t grow anything worth a damn. / the similarities between deep space and deep water. / they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. / you tried to help, but it only got worse. / now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. / adam & eve in the garden. / a temptress in crisp button-downs. / “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ” / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. / the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. / you smell like the mountains in the winter. / crisp red apples piled up on the table. / your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. / a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. / there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. / the seat of power fits like a glove. / heavy is the head that wears the crown. / you share a space, but not a mind. / they think you are weak; you are, maybe. / “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” / an empty bird’s nest. / broken pencil tips. / there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. / “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” / “ they weren’t there when it happened. ” / quick to anger. / corruption. / there’s a red string tying you together. / the scent of whiskey on the horizon. / “ if you touch my brother I swear I will kill you all ! ” / pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. / “ jump. I dare you. ” / 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. / you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. / always walking on sunshine. / marble under the sun. / “ I was hoping that you’d understand. ” / there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. / loon is the word of the day. / hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. / you drift, & you don’t know where you’re going. / no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. / the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. / court hearings. / “ I miss you. ” / siblings are a funny thing. / they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. / a lone wolf separated from its pack. / god-blood. / “ they say your name is death. ” / “ there’s so much blood on your hands & agony in your soul. How are you surviving, monster ? ” / all-consuming passion. / think about the things you did. / feed off the daylight. / no signs of life. / “ what are you waiting for? ” / a diaphanous sea of rose petals. / pure wilderness. / if you’re hungry enough, anyone can stop caring about something long enough to eat it. / spine like a ladder, and his weary feet can’t find purchase. / the burn was so slow no one ever saw it coming. / learn through teaching. / there were things ; your own acts from which you could not recover. / how the other half dies. / “ have you ever thought about why trees bleed? ” / your family would crash headfirst against the rocks in a storm to give you the world. & so would you, even though you feel like you’re worthless & a burden to them. / you are not safe. you are alone. no one is coming for you. / “ go down with me, fall with me. ” / i am awake in the place where women die. / thunder rolling on the hills. / black on black on black on black on bl — / the long game. / restless hands. / ivy infiltrating an empty, corroded church. / you will do anything to spare them / a cemetery by the moon, unblessed. / every sparrow god forgot. / even when you walked one would think you waltzed. / the worst monsters wear the faces of men. / “ madmen know nothing, but you should have seen me. ” / “ my blood ran cold. ” / power corrupts. / wood grain and nail tracks. / no scales are strong enough to judge you. / they created you, but do not love you, & they never will. / “ Would you destroy yourself if it saves those you love ? ” / dead flowers placed in front of a grave with alarmingly fresh dirt. / the grave isn’t yours, but it should be. / if there is a God, any God at all, how do I kill Him for everything he’s done to me ? / in the end, you will be alone / red stars in a white space / you are the halo that i hang myself with / where there is no skin, just scar tissue / he walks into the sun and burns / there are ghosts now where i want you to be / sunlight in a smile that wilts over the years / touching where you once were and remembering / god has nothing to do with this / this is always the worst part / maybe your sunlight will scare the darkness out of me

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help-from-above · 6 years

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REMEMBER TO REPOST & NOT REBLOG. FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THE LIST. bold the aesthetic for your muse italicize what can be taken 2 ways or applies only partially.

you’re a rotten monster. / “ you rise, I fall, I stand, you crawl, you twist, I turn. ” / “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” / pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. / “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” / guilt that isn’t yours to have. / it��s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. / chains. / a face in the mirror that you don’t recognize. / “ how could you do this to me? ” / the sharp sting of guilt. / you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. / the family you never had. / falling backwards through time. / quicksand. / drowning, but you don’t save yourself. / “ you’re getting better. ” / “ because monsters don’t get to live happily ever after. ” / “ they smile like a snake.” / you’re the stars and the sky. / there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. / they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. / “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” / you edge a bit too close to the sun. / another ghost to take your place after every stumble. / deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. / rock candy melting in water. / waves rise and leave the foam behind. / maybe if you scrub hard enough, that rot will fall away. / the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. / happiness is the best front a man can make. / discomfort at the tiniest of touches. / the sky opens up when you see them. / rain comes down. / poppy fields. / your sanity hanging by a thread. / “ oh god, what have you done? ” / your mother had the most beautiful gardens, but you can’t grow anything worth a damn. / the similarities between deep space and deep water. / they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. / you tried to help, but it only got worse. / now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. / adam & eve in the garden. / a temptress in crisp button-downs. / “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ” / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. / the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. / you smell like the mountains in the winter. / crisp red apples piled up on the table. / your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. / a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. / there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. / the seat of power fits like a glove. / heavy is the head that wears the crown. / you share a space, but not a mind. / they think you are weak; you are, maybe. / “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” / an empty bird’s nest. / broken pencil tips. / there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. / “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” / “ they weren’t there when it happened. ” / quick to anger. / corruption. / there’s a red string tying you together. / the scent of whiskey on the horizon. / “ if you touch my brother I swear I will kill you all ! ” / pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. / “ jump. I dare you. ” / 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. / you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. / always walking on sunshine. / marble under the sun. / “ I was hoping that you’d understand. ” / there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. / loon is the word of the day. / hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. / you drift, & you don’t know where you’re going. / no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. / the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. / court hearings. / “ I miss you. ” / siblings are a funny thing. / they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. / a lone wolf separated from its pack. / god-blood. / “ they say your name is death. ” / “ there’s so much blood on your hands & agony in your soul. How are you surviving, monster ? ” / all-consuming passion. / think about the things you did. / feed off the daylight. / no signs of life. / “ what are you waiting for? ” / a diaphanous sea of rose petals. / pure wilderness. / if you’re hungry enough, anyone can stop caring about something long enough to eat it. / spine like a ladder, and his weary feet can’t find purchase. / the burn was so slow no one ever saw it coming. / learn through teaching. / there were things ; your own acts from which you could not recover. / how the other half dies. / “ have you ever thought about why trees bleed? ” / your family would crash headfirst against the rocks in a storm to give you the world. & so would you, even though you feel like you’re worthless & a burden to them. / you are not safe. you are alone. no one is coming for you. / “ go down with me, fall with me. ” / i am awake in the place where women die. / thunder rolling on the hills. / black on black on black on black on bl — / the long game. / restless hands. / ivy infiltrating an empty, corroded church. / you will do anything to spare them / a cemetery by the moon, unblessed. / every sparrow god forgot. / even when you walked one would think you waltzed. / the worst monsters wear the faces of men. / “ madmen know nothing, but you should have seen me. ” / “ my blood ran cold. ” / power corrupts. / wood grain and nail tracks. / no scales are strong enough to judge you. / they created you, but do not love you, & they never will. / “ Would you destroy yourself if it saves those you love ? ” / dead flowers placed in front of a grave with alarmingly fresh dirt. / the grave isn’t yours, but it should be. / if there is a God, any God at all, how do I kill Him for everything he’s done to me ? / in the end, you will be alone / red stars in a white space / you are the halo that i hang myself with / where there is no skin, just scar tissue / he walks into the sun and burns / there are ghosts now where i want you to be / sunlight in a smile that wilts over the years / touching where you once were and remembering / god has nothing to do with this / this is always the worst part / maybe your sunlight will scare the darkness out of me

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