Writing cause i have nothing much to do rn :)

when there's a heart pulling onto mine,

this soul hopes to dissappear and die.

If a desire even speaks to its life,

it hopes to replenish its own mind with everything it did hide.

If one shall remain for the eternity of its life,

then it must go through tragedies,

wearing a disguise, regardless of what lies behind.

It must stand and it must fall,

it must kill the human it despises,

it must bury the corpse-

the corpse,

that, over a decayed soul,

it will fall upon.