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[Jumpy]

tainted red.
clothes of the dead.
mentors in our head.
your cloak. my headband.
we match



The ghosts in my head are watching.
Can you hear them whispering?
Maybe it's you. Maybe you've joined them.
I could not know, everything sounds the same.

She looked up to the skies, to the stars.
She prayed to the angels who never came.
She was crying in your name.
I can't carry the weight of your will. I won't get far.
It's too heavy.
I'm sorry.

Lately it feels like walls are surrounding me.
If only Nysea had that kind of security.
This is a prison. This is destiny.
I was bound to watch you die.
I just never thought it'd happen so soon.
I can't even look up at the sky.
I'm still scared of the stars, still scared of the moon.

I wonder if you've ever felt like this.
I wonder if you've ever hurt with her.

Sometimes it feels like I've lost my mind.
Was there ever something to lose, something to grind?
No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes.
No one else I know has taken an oath in the mud.
What could I hope to accomplish with this dirty blood?

Hey, Atlas.
Do you think occult madness can affect people around you?

Hey, Atlas.
How could you carry the whole world on your shoulders?

I hope you can't read my thoughts.
I was a mistake.
What else is the world going to take?

It feels like it's my fault.





It usually is my fault.