Raasaïm // oc

by @Héloïse

Héloïse

My past has tasted bitter for years now,
So I wield an iron fist
Grace is just weakness
Or so I've been told.
I've been cold, I've been merciless
But the blood on my hands scares me to death
Maybe I'm waking up today
(I'll be good, Jammes Young)