Whisper, She’s Deafened by the Dark Distress.
Hello, my lover.
I’d rather be the
Chillest corpse you’ve ever seen.
Will I ever be clean again? If I’m
Half the girl I used to be.
This lustrum turns me
Green and black.
That faded slack, in
Peony.
A part from me.
You’ll never touch the heart of me
That I’ve succeeded in making
Iron clad with icy grounds
The heat vampire.
I hid beneath this need, you're blind and dumb impatience.
The desperate displacement
Shows me that you’re not here
You’re not ready for this.
You’ve no Idea what you’ve done to me.
