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Saya no Uta story in the pov of Fuminori cause he’s great and i love him

The human of soft lips crashed against mine, a promise of the woman i held onto for salvation- Saya. The one who made a song out of flesh. A harmony in the pigs that stumble and spill their gore on my grave. I eat her food, i explore her body, i speak her truths, but no matter how locked my tainted eyes are onto her youthful form, the carnage that bleeds from the creases of my anguished face are plentiful, and the platters of my cups runneth over with our coupling, as we are desperate in deprivation to escape. When i tear bloody out from the veins and dancing intestines that hold me chained, i cling to her soft, sweaty skin. And i sing the songs she wrote for my eyes, begging me to see the world she does. Hope, i call it. But i have long given up on replacing the pulsating walls with sterile
I fear i may never return if i do. Dismay i will feel as i run my hands along the gloss of pus and white, hug the pillars of tangled flesh, and shake the hands of grotesque devils that speak the incoherent language of hell. And they call themselves friends. I grow used to this life.

Author's Note

Please check out Saya no uta!! It ruined my life💫