Shadows grab the sky with their fingers. Their palms bring the whole world to the dark. Shadows know, they've been there, they've listened, they will remember. You — can't.

You've never looked outside of your tower at what appears to be your own sins. You not knowing your fate was easily talking about them and their means.

You, easily giving orders. You, not once giving a second look. You, somehow escaping the mercilessly coming for others hook.

Shadows snatch the lightning with fingers, taking the souls of everybody alive. The howl of thousands who disappeared echoes in darkness like bees in hive.

Darkness fills your ear-holes. Darkness scratches you to the bone. Shadows will not allow you to further ascend and it devours you whole. (The shadow is kind, but not to someone who lied for parole)

Shadows nails tear your skin off, their fingers write the letters of life. You're cursed with the filth and darkness. You are a dead man and i am alive.

I stayed in this cursed place to remember and to record. Darkness also pulls me with its fingers, not wishing to harm but wishing to hold.

Shadows touching the sky with their fingers, night reclaiming its rights, you know the drill. You won't recognize it, even if you were there, you heard it, but you won't remember. I — will.

Мидория ненавидел героев
архив с фб

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57816346

теперь есть кросс-пост на АО3

переношу "Мидорию" на АО3, под постом скину ссылку как только закончу

я честно пишу вещи сюда, у меня просто проблемы со здоровьем и учеба кусает меня в жопу на последнем курсе(

к посту о шиптобере:

большая вероятность что шиптобер я буду выкладывать (помимо ао3) вот так!

теперь я есть на телетайпе!
https://teletype.in/@rouge_writes