He's inevitable. A fate that you can't hide from in the shadows --- he is the shadows --- and think it's over. Illusions and grey lines of reality and dream is where he takes you. Blossoms bloom from your eyes, ambrosia distorts your brain, isn't it so morbidly lovely. To forget reality and see unseen things; feeling ethereal like the stars the dead turn into. Maybe you're already dead too.
He possesses a charm not even Sirens could resist. He brings you black roses and pomegranates, you savour the sight of him. How he kisses you with nebulae lips. He makes you feel
i m m o r t a l
Yet the sad truth is --- and you'll find out when it's too late --- all you are is another toy. Gods get bored sometimes and Thanatos likes playing with hearts, eating it with poisoned lips, digging into your blood orange heart. That's why he is Thanatos, the god of a sweet death.
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Sunset
RandomI dive into the sun, searching for peachy summers. ~~~ A collection of distorted short stories.
