˚࿔⋆ 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔄 ℭ𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔩 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔐𝔞𝔫. ⋆✴︎˚｡

I see a dark monument

I see a man waiting for me

Icy is the weather at the moment 

Ice is what's raining inside my body                     (so lovely)

Let it rain peacefully in my lovely cosmos–

 I tell God as the weather grows cold

And then I run to the man standing in the dark

Like a corpse or a ghost...

He doesn't move, nor does he utter a word,,

Maybe he has a void inside him—

𝒩𝒪 !!             He is the void inside me                      (so cruel) 

Tied by nothingness and nihility tightly

He doesn't ever want to see brightly

And as I run, he keeps fading away 

Maybe it's the monument fading away

Or maybe it's the moment slipping away

(?????)

I stop and take a deep sigh,

And the world keeps getting negatively high, high and high