𝔤𝔦𝔯𝔩 𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔱𝔠𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔞

it's the era of ending

in the hour of comatose

i stumble the streets

clothed in the bloodiest filth i could find

crumbling with each footstep

echoed in the darkest times

of my fruit fly life