vain
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Published 2023-12-08
⠀⠀if it wasn't for the life-long utopia where love is ⠀⠀uncertain.
where the feeling of content would be erased and replaced by destruct, endlessly taking minutes from her life like a parasital plant.
the lightning in the scenario was filled with a dark and misty air, the snow and trees around her uncleared in sight.
purrs head feels so light, a vacant breeze of truth sweeping by the empty snowscape that wipes the lingering feeling of this all away from her.
it all still feels ill, somehow.
she wasn't able to look straightly nor make anything out of her enviroment. the pitch-dark light that dimmed beneath the moon and a hazy feeling of dizziness that swelled upon her arose alongside the...
..t he m oon.
the one who she viewed as friendlier than the sun.
a safe place for cats to reside beneath in its light.
but it all feels toxic, like venom's eradicating through the air. like /everyone's/ looking at her.
corrupted silhouettes of figures that blend with the fog and the sky in which nothing is seen lit except the moon.
not even a single star.
perhaps everyone was here to do the deed.
even if she wasn't able to identify those eerie, white-eyed shadows whom's face was smeared with uncertainty like a mess, a rotting feeling of dread surround them and the loner alone.
it was stupid to fight her own thoughts and say that these aren't people who despises her, who don't make it seem like the concept of vain is within the body she lives with.
and the words within the poet of mistletoes felt just a few sentences away from being finished.
just by staring at their hollow expressions.
her heart being as frozen as ever, not even being able to be thawed just to show fear in her soulless eyes.
the temperature drops at nearly zero in this deadly night.
and she wanted to sink into the snow until her existence's forgotten.
al l ey e s on you ch i r rup!
it wasn't until long until she was in someone's paws.
something's paws.
the towering figure that appeared in a void-black and scratchy appearance who stood before her, not even she herself could make a quote out of what's behind those empty pupils that it owns.
a pathetic hope for this world sprayed in black and white, the monochrome sprained gas that fills in her lungs.
everything never felt so unreal.
even if this kind of touch would last in warmth,
letting the feline be in a state of actual safety and given sympathy,
letting the feline cry out her tears and break the shattered glass beneath purrs violet gaze,
letting the feline receive some kind of affection she seeks for ever since the memory of a certain someone brought itself to an end,
....does it matter?
⠀⠀⠀⠀does everything matter?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀would her tears allow themselves to fall ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀directly into earth's surface?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀would the longly hidden emotion of ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hers ever be revealed without it being ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀misunderstood?
words of affection and love,
vain.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀physical touch of comfort and hugs,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀vain.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀dreaming of wanting to be saved,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀vain.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀vain.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀vain.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀vain.
what a stupid life she has to live through.
it all reminded her on how it served no good towards her.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀useless.
but everything is wrapped with falsity,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀so wake up.
...
笑 笑笑笑 笑
i wanted to whip this out very quickly sorry if th writing sucks lol
references to lyrics:
♪ merry bad end - mafumafu