people are born saintlike
personality are sinless
but people die as sinners
and personality are disgraced

\wake.up\wake.up\wake.up\

ditterofpersonalityinaterriblysickmind

bleedʜᴀʀᴅ little SHEPᗡЯ̹̩̝̍̏̄Σ͇̩̲͚̳̑̈́̄̾̚H̻̱̮

₱̲ͦ₳₴̻͕.̎Đͤ̄͏̖̞Ɇ̨̰.͇̝͌ͦ₥̴͈̼̻₳̫̙̑̆.͖̟͓ͦ̅͗₣̫̄₳͈̂Ʉ̛₮̝͔͍̋ͣ͂Ɇ

new year. (ɧ)old ₥Ɇ

い͓̽ニ͓̽(͓̽⠍͓̽)͓̽こ͓̽,͓̽¸͓̽¸͓̽,͓̽;͓̽`͓̽°͓̽❦͓̽☣͓̽❦͓̽

"૮₍  ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა <- (me)

  /)/)
( . .)
( づ🔪, , , , , ,
i belogn here  
angel in th sky 
take m by the hand > _<
jus pls dont take my life (O_O;;)
back is full of knives _ _'
armor nullified 
laying in ur arms - o-
pls take me 2 the sky
, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

yabujin ily

⋆♱✮♱⋆¿kn1v3s in_- myBACK?⋆⑅˚₊✮🗡

Nos Chemins Vers Nulle Part (2023)

i dared myself to journey there,
to the windswept fields, so bleak, so bare.
where whispers echo through the plain,
and every gust recalls my pain.
the thracian fields drank deep my cries,
their ancient sands, where sorrow lies.
each step a shiver, each breath a plea,
how many times did they see me?
the shores of sand, my solemn stage,
each grain a mark, each wave an age.
and as the days crawled, slow and grim,
i counted down my sorrows’ hymn.
at last, they spilled from trembling hands,
to blackened keys in far-off lands.
the piano wept; its mournful song
revealed the place where I belong.
but even now, the winds still call,
through thracian fields, beyond it all.
a part of me still lingers there,
in windswept fields, so bleak, so bare.

9/18/2023

Close to Dissociation

lyrics

oh shit bitch u hate me? girl wtv 
ts is not new 2 me u not the first so it’s wtv
im 2 used 2 ppl leavin me so ts is wtv 
only care about my money n my future so wtv

i don’t like these niggaz ion socialize 
no i don wanna talk 2 u so don hit my line
i jus need more drugz helps 2 pass the time 
i jus need dat bitch 2 get out my lyfe

no way bitch don’t come around here 
i pop out n show niggaz fear 
fuck a tour n fuck a show ion need rap 2 make it here
i need blow up in my nose ion rlly like 2 feel in here
ion rlly like 2 feel in here
i pop a tab n disappear

wtv || prod.  xhaji

Oceans (demo)

🧵THE THREAD SPINNER EP🧵

♞HOSTED BY LANCELOT ♞ 
Each instrumental specially crafted and assembled

I still remember, what we did November
Sitting in the wind, waiting for the clouds clear
You wished we were better, at keeping things together
I blamed it on the weather, for making me so bitter

I watch the clouds, passing by the sunkissed valley
Tall golden grass, feel it brushing up against me
Didn’t wanna leave, I was never in a hurry
But you don’t want me here, so I got up feeling worried

I would change, if I could do it over night
Running out of time, racing up against my own demise
Creeping round my corner, reaper with the plague scythe
It will watch us both, and will strike in given due time

By now, I’ve crept away from sunshine
You won’t see my face, and I know you’ll think that it’s fine
I hope you’re doing well, I say with chills in my spine
Got no retribution even if this was a love crime

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November (Prod. Lancelot)

የአንድ ዘመን አስተሳሰብን የተቀበለች ቤተ ክርስቲያን በሚቀጥለው ጊዜ መበለት ሆና ትገኛለች።

new year. (ɧ)old ₥Ɇ

Harshanym

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