[coppercanary]

god, I pity the violins
in glass coffins they keep coughing
they've forgotten, forgotten how to sing, how to sing

first there's lights out, then there's lock up
masterpieces serving maximum sentences
it’s their own fault for being timeless
there’s a price to pay and a consequence

I don’t like lining on oekaki so have whatever this sketchy thing is

mist, the one at the back, is starting to snap. flame, at the front, knows she’ll have to leave soon for fear of her life.