to love you is to smile in gilded shackles of our time.
to say all words of happiness to manic eyes of those who believe in man behind,
beyond, and all his nonexistent vice.
to love in our era is to cry,
to wonder to and fro the streets
your mothers used to kiss in sighs
of reverence.
and i have chosen to love you in this heretic land,
in flames of pure and unapologetic lie.
i feel my bloods uneven,
in vertigo, crisscrossed in brine of own renounce,
filthy sacrifice - oh, what is life.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 2:18 AM UTC
to love you is to smile in gilded shackles of our time.
to say all words of happiness to manic eyes of those who believe in man behind,
beyond, and all his nonexistent vice.
to love in our era is to cry,
to wonder to and fro the streets
your mothers used to kiss in sighs
of reverence.
and i have chosen to love you in this heretic land,
in flames of pure and unapologetic lie.
i feel my bloods uneven,
in vertigo, crisscrossed in brine of own renounce,
filthy sacrifice - oh, what is life.