remember , the taste of blood ‘tween canines , the abattoir of varmint . remorse dwells , here , within center of chest . swollen tiers a quiver under waxing crescent . this lambent glow does not agonize , does not knot bones . the moon does not hold substance tonight . ‘ don't do that , ’ swift shake of head confirms abhor , in own actions , in bloodshed . ‘ don't minimize it , ster . ’ shackles were futile in constraining merciless - lycan . necrosis burdens your shoulders , stygian - boy . ‘ i ripped a young girl apart last night , ’ gruff - timbre comes whisper - pitched , pain choked in the back of throat . ‘ there's no forgiving that . ’
❪ @ownsdeath says , i' know this thing's got you all twisted up , but you've got to forgive yourself . ❫
