𝐒ᥣυ𝗍ꭑ𝖾ⱺυ𝗍౨ৎ

౨ৎ ☠︎︎⋆♱✮♱⋆☠︎︎౨ৎ
         𝐈𝐍 shadows deep where peace has died,
         Pain's loathing heart can't be denied.
         No ornaments for solace found,
          In mirrors shame and guilt abound.

          𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 crimes etched deep in history,
          Differences weave life's mystery.
         Beauty seen in every part,
         But self-hatred pierces one's 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.