A wisp of the night, a breath on the winds of Hell itself, he lingers and fades as the ghastly stutters of a failing heart. He exists to forsake existence, silken fingers gently strangulating your life away- whilst insisting you visit these punishments upon yourself with your own masochistic hands. Eyes that linger upon him shall not grow sore, though the blind become sorely sorry for their ignorance. Gaze upon him or find oneself rather lacking. Tea for two but two for he- remember. All are pawns in this jealous master's game of chess, and his eyes, painted green with envy, watch the unwatched, and despise the forgetful.
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By Leuvr ♥
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