•□• Can't shake this mist •□• Draggin' paged swords down my stomach, Split my opal skin wide open ▪ccrack▪ find a sunset gushing out ¤twist¤ can't swap the dead sea and the larkstone coffin in my cherry-blossom throat °scatter° All these razor droplets '◇quiver,◇' bronze scraping at my jawline /|*groan/|\ And look yonder--- a lonely crow whispered louder than thunder '''scratch''' •□• Can't shake this mist •□• .... Come back to haunt me, but my poetry already has me six feet under. ¥ Demons ¥ € squirm € in the ₩ Soil. ₩ "We aren't any different now, are we?" .
I'm done fighting. This might be goodbye. Dear Dragon and Wolf