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THE CRACKING OF BONES.

Stunning with the grace of his movements, he glides forward, the glint of metal cold and sinister. ‵ Never encountered a knife in good humour then, ah? ′ The smile poised upon his lips is a cursory composure, cracking enough that the falsity of its amicability can be seen.

HIS INTEREST IS PIQUED.   WEDGED   between his teeth, although he chooses to forfeit any indications to the fact.   disinterested youth, bred between the bones of apathy.   a paralyzed contortion to match.   the tone of his voice is painted in dry regard.

❛   have you ever encountered a knife in jest ?   enlighten me.   ❜

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dokuganryuu ♥′d.

HIDDEN BEHIND THE RELAPSE OF   decayed depravity, the ruins of his smile turned to dust.

❛                                                       i doubt this all in good humor.   ❜

[fushimii]

by yuu

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THE STAINING OF DIVINITY.

          “ Oh, no. I don’t think I could do that. ”

        Man’s divinity was he, a red - run saga in the sinews of the cankerous humane heart ( But they were HUMAN no longer — the world wound opened fresh, and out spilled them, the breath of dead gods ), and she, the monster in waiting. Entertainment for devils was fleeting, and so were they. “ I’m pretty sure I’ve run out of excuses. So I might as well go for a stroll.  ” A satirical hum adorned by her horribly calm smile, and she decides her own fate.

❛   don’t let the door hit you on the way out.   ❜

IT’S THE CREATION OF A   sinister contradiction, to give him the title of messiah.   a martyr of self-inflicted sacrifice, to cloak his bones with the waxed ichor of a crowning holiness.   in his lungs lies the ruin of dust, where he finds his unholy retribution in the bittersweet harmony of her tongue.   they’ve abandoned clarity long ago in favor of creating a new hymn for the gallows.

❛   on second thought, i retract that statement.   be sure to slam your face into it five times after it hits you, for extra measure.   ❜

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new theme, new icon psd. #nice

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justified.

     “ whatever it is, “ comes his voice, low, forced brave. “ you’re still gonna go through me. “ everything here is mine.

            ❛   this entire conversation is starting to get on my last nerve.   ❜

     GUIDED BY SOLIDIFIED MEANS OF decay, anything slightly regarded would be a contradiction. he shifts, his eyebrows lowered in response.

                         ❛   if it means you’ll be off my ass, i’ll tell you what i’m looking for.   ❜

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justified.

     jeez. an exasperated sigh comes. “ – then why are you here? you don’t make a lot of sense. “

     ❛ i’d think the answer was obvious. ❜   THE LACK OF CONSIDERATION ON his part should otherwise be concerning, but he can’t be inclined to care.   ❛   i’m not here to get something from you.   ❜

[korrosiveteeth]

Do you even have a heart?

I put my ear to your chest and I swear I didn’t hear a sound  | Six word Poem (via korrosiveteeth)

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justified.

     “ then be more specific. “ slightly sharp. “ what do you really want? “

     ACIDITY MAKES A HARSH PASS at composition, wouldn’t you agree ?   ❛   something you can’t give me.   ❜

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persephone.

         “ Just kidding. ” 

Her sneer is vicious, ghastly smile riddled with lucifer’s own ( heathen devils crooning in her lungs, tails sparked with flame and prodding at her caged ribs; they hiss and beg, they wail and scream as she swallows them whole: LET US LEAVE, DEAR SISTER ), but her teeth catch a different tune, a hum of sorts. “ Oh, yeah — ” Head tilting, lips pursed and posed delicately — she tucks her hands behind her back as her smile grows. “ Don’t leave, okay ? Things get awfully boring around here. ”

     LATENT DISREGARD BATHES IN OBLIVION’S glint, caked in resplendent pieces of charged redemption; how sickeningly sweet, CONTRADICTIONS may be so. time ticktickticks away, its inherent neutrality doesn’t ravage the constant passages of withering day, contrary to popular belief. caged anomaly seeks refuge under each rose-dust hymn, saturating features poisoned by youth. the same lips that construct decay halo the softness of illusion, handle the false compassion and command the wired divinity.

                                        ❛   give me a better reason and i’ll consider.   ❜

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chthanic.

                  ❛   you’re wasting my time.   ❜

[zetsuubo]

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persephone.

            “ A great liar. ”

          She coos with hissing tongues, hollow reapers grinning on her jeering lips as she stitches a great graveyard of his mistake, his curdling mockery, her deviant toy ( she cradles it sweetly she does, dear persephone upon her sharp throne of bones and sticks of men; he promises facade’s redemption, and she — their promised descent ). “ My, my, what a waste of words. Is that supposed to make me feel bad ? Sorrowful and piteous ? Maybe even shed a tear over being told to my face that you don’t care about me ? ” A false voice parading in her lungs as she smiles through and through — “ Oh, what should I do ? ”

     the vast expanse of transparency, bred a paradigm, destined to surpass. flesh crafted into purpose and not vice versa, but he’s bringing forth the consequence of perfection, against the lining of fate. here he stands, encompassed, unaffected, spending his time in the unclear intentions of rapacity. entertainment comes at a price. in this instance, for example, he’s sacrificed the resplendency of capability in favor of derision, and she knows she has the power to singe the broken words, abed but saturated.

     ❛ dunno. ❜

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USER: ʀɪᴢᴇ. //

    “ OH MY, don’t make me quiver. You’ve gotten good at lying — Or were you always good ? ”

   A trade of tongue, words dripping with ancient poison as she plucks the tangled sinews of leda’s desecration with a smile ( he says one thing but means the other; hidden plague rotting his throat as she greets it with swollen death ). “ It’s almost annoying. ”

     ❛ -— me ? ❜ the satire can be hushed with a kiss. ❛ a liar ? ❜

     divinity preserves the lack of truth, a mastered form of encompassed inconsistencies; playing the game lies in his best interestsl, even if it means challenging faith to grasp results. derision curled his lips upward, but it’s dissatisfaction that tears them down; she hears, she CONSUMES, but does she cement ?

     ❛ … hm. i don’t care if it annoys you. ❜

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USER: ᴀɪᴋᴀɴᴇ. //

            “ Watch your step. ”

She rules over the silence with an iron fist, speech an amalgamate of shifting dynamics and interim galaxies that fade into the dark.

                            “ ———— don’t fall.”

     concrete rapacity refuses the tyranny held by someone else’s hand, but he chooses to entertain rather to relent, dust in the chasm of his heart, spineless.

     ❛ -— it’s fine, i’ll be fine. ❜

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