i spent all that time drowning and surfacing in you, and all because in the end you could not bear to do the one thing i asked you to do.
i spent all that time drowning and surfacing in you, and all because in the end you could not bear to do the one thing i asked you to do.
she asked me not to tell you
all I got was the blood on my hands from the mess that I tried to give my heart to
cuz im just a creep 4 yr bones baby.
it was probably not a comforting sight to see a penitent of the locked tomb in the half dark, swathed in black, skull-painted.
state of dreaming