ra-zruha

[ra-zruha]

new skin!!!

[ra-zruha]

some ink mapiccs

[ra-zruha]

sharp your blade, embrace in fight

until you see the heaven's light.

its not as hard as you can think

the rage will come in instant blink

ive seen your eyes were full in blood

and now you keep your mind in flood

stop being some sarcastic dreamer:

why won't you let yourself a fever

of anger coming through your veins?

you wanna say that heart remains

untouched in every moment?

you won't be my opponent

until you burn your dully sword,

and hide your paci-fucking word.

ill always have my eye on you

ill prove that there is nothing new

in my devote fellow.

prinezam felt the eyes piercing his back. he knew who it was. he knew why that bloody-thirst maniac followed him from the spawn. but he didn't know what would mapicc do next. so zam started strolling through the hallways, seeking for the seeker. he shouted his name multiple times, he started to shaking in paralyzing fear, but still he was trying his best to not let his guard down.

nobody answered.

only thousands of hot like a sun itself eyes were staring at everlasting smile.

he wasn't alone.

[ra-zruha]

[ra-zruha]

i think its finally the time. my name is ra, and its not from the god of sun, but from the god of destruction, who will never reveal his true self until the sun sets for the last time.

youll see me for a while on your page. i will tell you some stories about betrayal, blood and grief. someday, you will hear from me a legend about love. or a myth about some lost man. its not that necessary, but one thing is crucial for sure.

it surely will be fun.

icon by @nivalu, be the gods merciful for her.

until next time.

>he/him

>ra

>may gods bless your soul.

[ra-zruha]

its for my life, i'll be okay,

i won't become another prey.

close my eyes and take the heart

even though its all in blood

swallow slowly, don't take pace

there won't be any blood on face

you're not monster, there's no blade

just accept that heartless fate.

its for my life, i'll be okay

it wasn't me who killed the prey

i'll shut my eyes and plug the ears

and curse my will to live for years...

he swallowed the heart. it was as hard as trying to swallow a whole sword or a bunch of needles. he almost puked. the taste of the metal on tongue was atrocious. is it worth it? is it worth it to be a pacifist in the middle of a blood bath? can he consider himself as a peacemaker, if he always starving for a product of the war? but its not the question he would ask himself in the middle of the feast. not right now. not anymore.

[ra-zruha]

No thoughts head empty

[ra-zruha]

Mape

[ra-zruha]

you forged yourself in deepest mind

like you had forged your scorching arm

but still you keep your eye in blind

on why you cause yourself a harm

you made your head gone fully broken

so it can never keep a thing,

but memories would be provoken

by heartless, ruthless deadly sting

you're like a bird without a wing,

like lion that had missed his fang

and you're still gonna bring a thing

that you are fully grown man?

i'll give you this pathetic present,

like torn your such pathetic arm,

believe me, that was much a pleasant

to do for you such helpful harm.

as the words being said, Mapicc looked at Zam with the biggest disappointment, yet with the scariest anger in his eyes. after considering something for about few seconds, he grabbed a rusty, dull saber from his backpack and threw it to Zams legs. it was as pointless, as you can imagine: who would ever pick a sword, if somebody is a pacifict and just lost his arm? but Zam picked it.

[ra-zruha]

"your sneak desire coming through

the every soul that bounds you

with strongest word, but be alert

that every tongue is heavy sword,

so just be quiet, keep behavior,

you're not at home, you're lonely sailor

that lost his way. but there's an ocean,

it will provide you very way,

to "home-sweet-home", and if you may,

you're going to become the greatest,

until it is, you keep in latest

your biggest wish...

so just be quiet, keep behavior,

listen to the every word,

so your own dish will keep the flavour,

and your own floor won't have the mold. "

my very soul will be unbroken,

and if the word would ever spoken,

it will be just a blissful mist,

and I'll be like a saint priest.

the promise that will last forever,

is going to become my major,

of very body, my own skin,

will hold the power of the spin

across the world,

and hear my word that would be spoken

from my heart: you'll fell my fleur,

"ivory is what i'm called, my sir."

[ra-zruha]

philosophy had died,

as soon as you arrived

at full of boredom place,

and you've just lost your pace

so what can i do now?

cause i would suffer more

than you, who broke a vow,

to be with me together.

and if the world collapse

you must be near a shoulder,

to wield the sword much bolder.

but that's not how you view,

the things of our friendship,

you saw it somehow cheaper,

than your own goddamn life,

so i will left you five,

and make you suffer more,

than me, who broke the rule,

to guide your sword in darkness,

cause you've just lost your powers

to hold me ever more.

[ra-zruha]

Whose eye is it anyway

[ra-zruha]

i'll put on cloak much bigger

don't wanna sink in blood

i'll put on shoes much higher

so you won't touch me, bud.

i'll build the biggest castle,

so i won't hear the scream,

too bad, i thought in hustle,

that i would save a bit.

my hand won't hold a rifle,

my steel won't touch a thing,

too bad, i thought in hustle,

and i've just missed my ring.

i can't be peaceful longer,

cause there's no peace in war,

too bad, i wasn't stronger

to make my distant shore.

hi! this is my first post here. thought i'd never do such a thing, but my adhd goes brrrr. dont have any hope that itll make some hype, but ill be glad if you'll like it. my name here will be razruha, but you can call me ra. see you guys later!