♛ ; 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐀 .
another nocturne to pass -- by the tight knot of a noose naught to loosen ; death sentence long signed . it smothers so delightfully , chokes and relieves him of air to fill lungs -- the ever so slight disturbance of finding one’s being in a crowd of beasts of his kin all alike -- treacherous , their unquenching thirst for power above all ( no redemption , no pardon for such immorality and greed ) -- looming , waiting to attack -- relieve the blonde of his burden ! a sole sovereign , carved had he -- a fortress laced by the stench of bodies stacked upon his throne of purgatories’ flames bound to hold the fool hostage until such promising life would bid farewell . celebration continues in gentle volume , spread across the entirety of lounges utmost familiar to the astronomically wealthy blonde himself -- having escaped to the counter of the bar , leisurely to light cigarette , watching the ice cubes within crystalline glass to melt against the touch of jewelled digits . mind remains buried in entirely different spheres -- within the enigma of whispers that seoul so enjoyed to bury deep ( perhaps her revenge for the blonde’s countless victims discarded into the han ) . the very scarred hands that had formed , had built and approved such underground empire -- responsible for opening pandora’s box and yet , a sinner spoken holy by all -- captured by the claws of seoul’s majesty ; he continues to live within a painful irony . they waltz and glide in his midst -- had the elder not always despised the countless social gatherings , festive activities and galas alike ? invited out of naught but politeness , of course ( to the eyes of public that is ) . despite such little ties to the business of film makers and studios , had it been the favour of met acquaintance to fund the premier of today’s picture ; so here he stood , clad within own elegancy of formal attire adorned by silk and cardamom -- by patchouli and musk .
heart carries itself heavy . over the cracking panels of polished wood beneath feet , equally alike the liquid damned soul poured , spilled ----- drowned does it burn too brightly , own hues shying away with little resistance , amber bites at him . swallows him whole anew , sets him ablaze lit brightly until he crumbles by the torn tug of all that cursed existence comes to be that he shall continue to live by until all will fade anew . tobacco cracks quietly , taken drag , hitting the air out of tarred lungs ---- smoke clad , bitter laced tongue ; but naught does he take notice of nor conquer . instead does blonde swim , smog clouds evaporating -- all he smells has him dizzy , lotus gliding above the surface by the shallow waves that wing it , by the roses , lilies that entangle his throat , tighter until the poor fool struggles to catch his breath . indeed , sweeter than any fragrance , unmatched , inexplicable --- not even in very own gardens , height of spring , vision blurs gradually until head begins to spin ( by actual heavy intoxication or by current experience made left to wonder ) , dares not to inhale , it is her no doubt . dainty step towards his reaction and a sharp inhale to counter --- so much stronger is it now , stood right in front , illuminated whiskey , liquid gold that burns a hole through him and he , for a moment , contemplates defeat against a force that remains to pull him off his feet until all balance lost . naught to back down from him . . . closer , too close ---- gaze gliding towards nothingness , gaping void of darkness at gloom’s hour he would indulge , drown in own guilt of all he has let wither , all he could not safe from day of reckoning he was to equally fall victim to .
within his sight steps no other than a capturer of dazzling spotlight no less -- striking in presence despite barely having brushed glances , joining the male at the counter previously having leaned on . his heart aches , bleeds and spills so quietly amongst a crowd of hundreds neither to spot nor to question -- the peonies strangle him in such saccharine osculation -- the illumination of jewelled colours to melt in the corner of his eye no other than by the bright reflection of her appearance , silk - crowned and yet . . half has his body turned ; out of his dissolving own comfort imprisoned by such overstimulation , striking as deafening as the lightning between his ribs . no question is it -- countless times had the criminal leader been approached by figures of large names and equal fortune -- entirely aware , of held profession --- in awe , in stalking astonishment as if naught but a jagged beast ; tiger held within that golden cage of his . jewelled hand lifts , digits hooking themselves into the collar of shirt to tug -- the inked beast mentioned adorning own skin . “ i’m drowning . “ , close enough that even such low tone , no doubt would come to echo , clothed shoulders almost brushing , “ those spider lilies of yours are drowning me . “ . it is a foreign word of kindness , a rarity to pass his lips -- shut to lace themselves with naught but crimson anew -- eyes shut for the fraction of singularities as chest rises heavily due to visible exhale ; his shoulders break , his soul impaled -- he wished to let those tides hugging and kissing him to take his spirit . wished to embrace such , to give into the depth of sinking into the abyss of the sea . he wished to drown .
