✕ ❜ ＨＯＰＥ :
a father’s son with the tendency of becoming his own fate. addicted to your reckless dispositions. when will you stop pretending that your heart isn’t making sounds to the venom that dictates such a dire fate?
joints they twist, like this spine of yours. when turning to death, favoring it. always favoring. it’s one disaster after another. too easily you reach for the offered item despite this heavy heart that you were so used to wearing on your sleeve.
what was it with the piercing eyes? so suddenly set on tearing up whatever you can!! set on searing from the inside out!
oh cynical masquerade.. BETTER PRAY for it to help you commence this mistake!!
‘ i don’t care.
even so you could feel your insides corrode from the bane of your existence, much different from what it was imagined to be. mixture of air ablaze and your eventual murderer of cruel, cancerous nature. this is what you want, isn’t it?
no need in letting lungs recover, set yourself aflame once more.
SMOTHER.
‘ it doesn’t matter, things and people get taken away every day.. but still, they cannot be brought back.
So you chose to c o l l a p s e.
Cascading — lured by GUILT, SHAME, & DEFEAT.
( Damn you for not acknowledging this war wasn’t just YOURS. ) Yet, the focal point you play — the end of joke, the other side of directed fingers, the hushed whispers of any passerby — nothing more than a MOCKERY since the day you were born. Barring your teeth, clenched to your palms, and marring your very blackened lungs — how BLATANTLY you sought to asphyxiate mother nature’s guide.
( Was it not the same VEXATION that even brought forth the gesture to offer your HEART for humanity? )
&& that was the same fucking expression that were TAMED with the sole of his leather boot.
❝ Tch. ❞
An aperture of his own burrows itself into the elder’s chest while molars are to clench. Indignation contorts the infamous scowl set upon features to a veritable GRIMACE. T’was not deluded nor brought to naught, the choice — it was the standpoint that exhibited such NEGLIGENCE which stirred the captian’s very crux.
Anything, anything, anything — but to RUIN what was already withering.
Dactyls wove with that of the taller’s, discarding the CANCER from the very grasp it should have never been held in and diminishing its ever-lasting swelter with the boulders his subordinate’s vertebrae rested against. Anything, anything — oh CALLOUS his tongue may be to never spew an inkling of VINDICATION though he would cauterize all he’s caused.
❝ So you’ll let their deaths fall in vain and then what? You dying will not solve anything, Eren. ❞
( How blind of you. ) To not recognize that it was y o u who gave meaning to the phrase; ＨＯＰＥ． To not notice the pointed fingers were out of praise & astonishment now. To not acknowledge your continuation was IMPERATIVE to more than just the demon’s tying themselves to your every thought.
ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs.
❝ Don’t look at me like that because if you continue like this you will be as insignificant as the filter to this damn thing. Pointless. Whether you care or not people will continue to be taken and things will be lost, we can’t avoid it, but we can certainly try to put an end to it. Without you, it’d be impossible to do that. So start to give a shit — that’s an order. ❞
