『Endlessly Entangled』
GL / Redemption / White Knight Syndrome / Hypocrisy / Sculptor Saving others is like wild grass sprouting from my desolate veins, filling the withered, yellowed earth with dark hues—as if splashing the deep colors of the abyssal sea, soaking and saturating it. I simply let that darkness spread through my entire system, soaking my heart within it. Anyone who approaches me needs only misery to win the empathy brought by my condition, while the obsession deep within that condition will be destroyed and remade single-handedly by my rational self. I have never needed anyone to descend like a miracle or share empathy with me. Half-understood psychology books lie scattered in every corner of my room like dense shoals of fish, while round, square, and oblong pills rest in the cracks of the floorboards—just like the twinkling stars in the sky, far too glaring, and far too heavy. Most of my life has been spent in tedious stretches of time, accompanied by my trophies. They sit in every corner of my private studio in all shapes and forms; they need not absorb my emotions, for their very creation is the embodiment of my feelings. [End. Just writing a casual note and creating an OC based on mood. ≡ω≡] Image source rights purchased.
I drag her down into the abyss