A full stop right there,
to that thought of happiness, which hurts
cause it's too pretty, too dreamy, too delicate
It almost feels like a myth
too many lenses, too many tales
some broken, some taped, some flawless
Well, it's in the vein of the sideral
a beauty too cruel to the blue-green marble
the witches mirror
I have no desire to enhance my beauty on
to bleed in a portal
glutted to blood fae and shadow reavers
Why is it?
that the most terrifying demons
Veil the utmost beautiful faces
like the forgotten slice of time
When I fell for the beautiful beige love,
only to unveil the demon inside
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 5:30 AM UTC
A full stop right there,
to that thought of happiness, which hurts
cause it's too pretty, too dreamy, too delicate
It almost feels like a myth
too many lenses, too many tales
some broken, some taped, some flawless
Well, it's in the vein of the sideral
a beauty too cruel to the blue-green marble
the witches mirror
I have no desire to enhance my beauty on
to bleed in a portal
glutted to blood fae and shadow reavers
Why is it?
that the most terrifying demons
Veil the utmost beautiful faces
like the forgotten slice of time
When I fell for the beautiful beige love,
only to unveil the demon inside
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