Muerte.

hell bound.

heart’s an empty vessel, bound by the chains of the tormenting charades.
in that blinding pain and parasitic contempt,
i failed to realize i had more to gain than lose,

if i just let go.

yet my wings are soaked in guilt, doused in the flames of eternal regret.
fear… is the worst rebirth of a heartbreak.

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