Maybe --
setting a bed on fire, and then lying down.
cutting flesh to soak in a saltwash.
or quitting.
just quitting.
or killing self.
self-killing.

Ending.

Not looking back. Not making sense.
Not speaking again. Not another word.

Maybe --
another world.

Muting prediction.
Muting.

Sewing my lips together.
Amputating my fingertips.
Crushing my reason for life.
Smashing my Christ-strife.
Shattering my human alibi.

Scraping off some ink.
Draining blood into the sink.
Lazarus, you fucking kid.

 

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stats.
job description :: assassin // preist
affiliation :: akakage
height :: 6'2"
weight :: 130 lb
age :: 26
distinguishing features :: Inked scriptures.
writer :: ORFIK