a stone cold heart, in a midst of confusion, terror, and silence. and blood it can cough yet it remains a sight of nonchalance everything's unkempt and rough out of order and balance far away, a cry and a laugh a battle of chaos at a glance a hide that is tough yet the insides tense nobody can plough through the violence to save it.
this poem is a bit messy ;-; atp I dunno what I was writing abt