Forgiveness requires a sense that bad behavior is a sign of suffering rather than malice. Can the forgiven, be forewarned, forgotten? Or is it the scent of my arrival your destruction..

Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart. Oh how I miss the taste of sweet surrender.

[A morning mantra, fingers brushing along the residual crimson blood staining the edge of my lips as I peer at myself in the mirror.]

Scared of a little blood?

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If the face says nothing, listen to the heartbeat.

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I’m in love with the death of me.

𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.. 𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦..—

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Strokes of blood of the innocent.. Spreading their hopes, dreams, desires with every flick of touch.. Poor unfortunate souls. ;

Am I a stranger to the void I’ve created?

How terrifying and yet— Exhilarating it is to know that there are cries in me which are still unheard.

My intoxicating scent will leave you blind, bonded, and breathless.