☆》𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘼 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎

ATLAS BEHOLDS HER SO BATHED IN SERENITY

but god knows you'll fail, and end up fleeing with tucked tail.

a spider, a spinner, believe her, she's a mother

.. and there's a big part of me that wishes i never met you. i preferred the emptiness in me when i didn't know it was there.

. . .this is a low level of decay for 12 years of neglect. . .

(get off me, get off me-)
FIGHT 'TIL THE PRINCE CAN BARELY STAND!

i was a lover, not a leader.

if you love me like you say, why do you keep hurting me?

i owe you a black eye and two kisses. tell me when you wanna come and get 'em.

you're so strong, my king .

I WANTED SO BADLY TO BE LOVED, I STARTED YELLING AT THE WHOLE WORLD. I STARTED FIRES. I STARTED BASHING WINDSHIELDS IN WITH A BASEBALL BAT. I STARTED CURSING OUT GOD AND THE ANGELS. I STARTED CARVING HOLES IN THE SIDE OF MY FACE SO SOME LIGHT COULD GET IN.

WAIT . / NO ! / PLEASE-! / DON'T ! ! !

if only i knew how much time i had left
it would've been spent a bit more wise. . .

THIS IS ALL YOU DESERVE! ALL YOU DO IS BREAK PEOPLE! ! !

if i were to die now, i would only be a weapon. i believe... i should die as a human.

SHUNNED. FORGOTTEN. BEATEN. ROTTEN. STITCHED. SODDEN. WEAKENED. TRODDEN. LOST. ALONE. DEMENTED. DISOWNED. SENTENCED. SEWN. DISALLOWED TO ATONE.

imagine lying sprawled on the ground, wounded and exhausted, and you open your eyes to find a little flower sprouting right beside you -- that's the kind of happiness i felt.

" they can torture you. they can make you say anything. but they can't make you believe it. they can't get inside you.
they can't get to your heart. "

" she used to be just like you. . . before she- y'know- turned into this. "
did you berate her too?
" quite the opposite, actually. "

i have become whole again. i wear no mask. and i hate everything.

squirm away, stupid leech boy, go and die now in the drain.
you speak only of your sadness, but are yet to feel true pain.

you don't want to die, you just want something different.

i'd play your favorite song, on your piano right now, if i didn't forget how it starts . . .

there's some words surrounding this art, similar to a halo, saying "the unholy ones can't be saved".
more text towards the bottom say, "baptized souls don't get unnoticed".

is your blood authentic? can you prove it to me?

you can find ares in the pooling blood seeping from your bruised knuckles and dripping, dripping, plinking on the bathroom floor.

DEAD. TALES. WHY. I?

you tried to change, didn't you? closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake. you can't make homes out of human beings. someone should've already told you that.

i watch him in the kitchen, and i think of how much it hurts to love somebody. how deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. it's not the love that hurts; it's the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.

if you love me like you say, why do you keep hurting me?