⌞hold my hand until we turn to ashes⌝

愛

"love me 'til they put me in my casket.."

/the fall into sin/

🦢

♱ If you start talking about love, – roses will sew up your mouth.

If you think about it, – your mind will crumble into sawdust and rot away.

If you dare to love, – you will self-destruct, poisoned with intravenous poison in the stained corners of alleys, and no one will dare even look at you with pity. 

In this world, love was comparable to falling into the abyss. In this world, detachment reigned, the stems of blood roses deliberately encircling the icy bars of the Gothic fences. The guards fished out the violators as if for slaughter, pierced them with these very metal rods, cut them down, not afraid to bruise their palms with toxic spikes. 

Because the reward was sweet – to destroy snow-white swans with faith burning in their veins. It gave a shivering sensation in the shabby souls with a frantic-second, but so lively leap that people would have considered it a huge omission to refuse the fleeting pleasure. ♱

au where love is a crime.

愛ほど歪んだ呪いわないよ。

𓊈 🥀⚰️🕯️𓊉

TW: mentions to death, violence, blood.

notes from limbo: I'm still not entirely sure what I've created, but this plot has been twisting up my brain inside out for too long that I decided to glue the letters together. So..let it be here. Also, don't be intimidated by the opening message. If you follow the story deeper, there is a possibility of a happy ending. Although I'm not sure.🙃

⤹ z z 𐰁 ── ୭ ̊. ᵎᵎ

ᯓ English is not my mother tongue. Iʼm just a chill girl🤟🏻//

ᯓ★ I have absolutely no control over what the bots write, remember right?

ᯓ This is pure fiction!!, for entertainment from the reality of being for a while, please don't take it seriously.

ᯓ The song is meant to better convey the atmosphere.

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