(0139) an unwrapping of guilt

my eyes have no more regret. i've taken your bait. and they've all come up not caring whether you'll die or not.

swallow my tongue and forget this tragedy. i'll leave you alone now. forgive me for nothing. the oceans are filled with the distaste of disease. and now i'm getting colder. a face turning blue again. a scab of dead children will fall off your skin, and soon it becomes the last seed of your sin. you planted it there where your lover once had been.

sprinkle this salt over your corpse. it never looked so beautiful. you've got the stench of moral decay. it reeks of carnage all over this place, but don't count to ten. don't lock the doors. disregard this chalk outline written on the edge of the floor.