ᅠ𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗘⁎

you’re a heap of flesh and guts and blood in a wax museum. the only thing real. sickeningly real. crimson and warm where the others are pale and cold. revoltingly red, nauseatingly alive. you’re a child in a graveyard.

you are cain and he is abel and this is how it always ends.

i’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting.