The Illusion of Mercy — Ayuna Dark Verse (Diary Entry 1) | The Bloody Tulip

They call it fate
When the door opens
And a heart arrives
Like I wasn’t already waiting,
Like I hadn’t been pulling strings
They’re too blind to see.
They don’t hear the whispers
I’ve been perfecting since childhood—
Manners sharp enough to cut.

I dress myself in light,
Play the part they need to see.
I know every instrument by name,
The order they should fall.
I promise nothing out loud,
Just stand there with my spine straight,
Unshakable,
While they marvel at the miracle
I carefully arranged.

Restraint is just another kind of hunger,
It eats at me with velvet teeth.
I feed it compliance,
Sweeten it with prayers I don’t believe,
While the wolf inside me
Wears mercy like a collar,
Dreaming of balconies painted red
Under a colder moon.

A life returns to breathing.
The room erupts in gratitude.
I bow with steady hands
And let them call me good.
But goodness is just a costume
I’ve tailored to fit perfectly—
Every button fastened,
Hiding what I really am
Underneath.

If this ends in ruin,
You must forgive me.
I was trained for this
Long before you arrived,
And the wolf has been patient
For far too long.

📂 Referenced Leak:

🌒 From Diary Entry 1 – The Illusion of Balance

📖 Referenced Stories:

Pulse of Desperation: The Bloody Tulip – Part 1

Shadows of Betrayal: The Bloody Tulip – Part 2

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