SLAUGHTERHOUSE OF BUTCHERED SOULS. / WHERE THE MEANING OF HER BEING IS EATEN OUT AND DINES ATOP A PECKISH MAW. 𓋜
  
Tears, a dense river now quickened by the gaping rents in her flesh pooled below her in a grotesque display of so-called ruthlessness. The limbo living in her brain—rent-free only becomes her salvation memory by the abyss’ relentless grip—dilemma pours the tragic sorriness along the slumbers in its claimed body. Gashes and slashes of tears carries the severe weight of grief like a pen that lines paper with dial @LizzKim: love’s cruel deceit. The house of despair where glooms twist with the putrid scent of trim, rip, bleed in hell! A morbid lingered to her suffering hissed and popped as it hit the cold, unfeeling ground. Her errant descent has tossed her into a chasm of unspeakable fear, stripped bare by the cruel hands of fate, she is left exposed to the bitter sting of lovelorn torment.