tragically romantic, craves the dead
eyes- dark pools, slightly slant rimmed red
heart tremors to beat of debts
splintered wounds bleed through breasts
pledged in shadow- decaying dress
preferred state- paralyzed in waste
gore, diseased- an acquired taste
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today, I want to feel everything see it all tomorrow, when I’ve felt too much seen too much I’ll crawl back into my shell life is...
I cannot take you down this hole there is no rabbit, just this old writing habit, darkness in my head. Remember me as you do instead: the...