#whats a little ✨ self-necromancy ✨ for your own grief-stricken digital corpse?

[jnixz]

To uncover the unknown, one must probe into Trial and Error. What Remained couldn't be fixed, nonetheless with this one, it couldn't hurt to try. Triumph is a dream, for someone who cannot sleep. Despair stirs the Dead' slumber The heart is heavy with rust and grief To rise it must be left behind … So you've molded what was leftover into something ElseStatic flows between your body and your soul You don’t see colors the same way anymore

TFW Vague-writing poems about my own oc/s that live in my daydreams that has had several iterations of backstories already.

Inspired by this the vibes of these posts and another post about an echo of being alive and yet a ghost that I cannot find again.