that bashes and breaks you

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

Another day, another venture into woodlands, searching, uncovering specifics and leaves, Zuriel hovering once more while he roamed, while he took offshoot paths. Deeper and deeper into timber and sunshine, peaks of solar rays sliding through boughs and canopies, a quiet ambience despite any ominous contortions to the eaves. Several times he paused, checking on the confines already in his bag, studying and examining a variety of fronds, but none matching what he required for decomposition levels. Perhaps he needed someone more well-versed in herbs or sagacity towards the signs of wither and decay – besides the way he could embody death and damnation – never a scholar of healing attributes or notations. His efforts had always been towards the opposite; only Zuriel’s existence insisting any mending, soothing attributes rampaged or ran in his sanction. But it’d been well established he’d do anything for Amalia, and finding specific leaflets was naught compared to her wellbeing, health, and fortitude. He could, and would, do far more. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate