اگزیستانسیال

1:51 wait for the deluge, the flood is the final cure, jeld sacred by the rising tide.

this body, a relic of ruin, worshipping the things that broke it down. we drink the communion of copper and let the bloodstream slowly drown.

born to be the main character, forced to be the family disappointment who they even avoid mentioning their name.

anger, purple under eyes, unnecessary time. a falter, a vision of indecision.

all these voices drown inside a part of her. our bones of heavy death, we all blur into one.

sorry for my dark humor. you probably didn't see my circles under my eyes tho, it's darker.

the idea of killing yourself is so comforting like ahh yes if it doesn't work out or if it doesn't get better I'll kms.

dying is so easy nowadays. i need something to feel dead instead.

it's about modernite, you must get along with the heavy shit that is inside your chest and makes you suffocate to death.

I think your way of expressing grief is chic..

i am perpetually bound to this horrific form. you built this out of me, and now you must behold.

2:45 i cannot dismantle the edifice you raised, i cannot pull the strings of the hurt that stayed.

you try to walk away, but the shadow i cast stretches for miles. a stain you cannot scrub from yourself. this is your legacy, forever seen. the shape you made of me, hollowed out.