Tonight you will dream about corpses and yew trees.

listen nothingness sharper than absence

burn me down

Sharpen your teeth on me.

Fuck you and your dead eyed version of the truth.

I am ghost, you are machine.

if we meet again i hope i am better but if i'm not i hope you are kinder

I don’t want to miss you anymore

I had a pretty good day so fuck off.

Hopeless head, helpless heart.

I found nothing but ashes where once he stood tall, I saw nothing but a ghost, nothing real at all.

There must be some fucking thing worth dying for but its buried so deep my love.

Crawling skin.

Where havoc dragged a touch of hell upon me, I lost my ever living mind.

She dances where the roses grow, her feet torn by every thorn.

Creeping horror.