﹣﹣ · 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡 · // ❖ @cyclebcrn whispered:
❛ even the dark needs things to eat , things to love . ❜
my hand clenched around the dagger’s handle ; the sickening sound of its extraction still fresh in my mind . the blade was covered in red , too much , unnatural --- it seeped down over the quillions to my fingers .
the pen in my hand had just burst .
it’s just ink . all that over a couple words , && a little spilled ink . all along i was afraid of you -- you just wanted to help me .
. ❛❛ No it doesn’t . The dark is just that , dark . An absence , any thing you think you see within it is just a product of your own imagination . ❜❜ there are chords in the hearts of the most reckless , to whom life && death are equally jests , which cannot be touched without emotion .















