'Certain Death'
Time’s a-tick-tick-ticking, the hands are slipping towards the chimes, the seasons of charity are rolling on by.
What’s left to do before the midnight hour, before you’re told au revoir by a home you’ve never known?-formalities, mere, yet-these words all savants must say, you go on one knee and-proposition, you pay for the honor and they make you wait, they make you consider all that could go wrong, all that could cause the blooming dahlia to stay and wither away in a land of false people, dahlias will always die with fimbulwinter.
To stay is certain death-
i:
...I can't believe I just stylized my Reed anxieties like that. *pokes self*
And since when did I think of myself as a dahlia?!
This is an absolute shit drabble.
gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I'm just going to stare at the ceiling for a few hours.
What’s left to do before the midnight hour, before you’re told au revoir by a home you’ve never known?-formalities, mere, yet-these words all savants must say, you go on one knee and-proposition, you pay for the honor and they make you wait, they make you consider all that could go wrong, all that could cause the blooming dahlia to stay and wither away in a land of false people, dahlias will always die with fimbulwinter.
To stay is certain death-
i:
...I can't believe I just stylized my Reed anxieties like that. *pokes self*
And since when did I think of myself as a dahlia?!
This is an absolute shit drabble.
gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I'm just going to stare at the ceiling for a few hours.