

In the First DegreeWho ever said anything about murder?In the First Degree
Pull the trigger, snap the neck, stab the beat, hide the wreck. Your one last stare,
That look, that glare,
will fill my thoughts tonight.
No motive, no case.
My ears ring with longing; the longing in my head. I'm running and pleading, but it cannot go unfed.
There's a monster in there.
Your hands are hands, your eyes are eyes,
you body lies, perfectly align, the light is out and now
it's mine.


Uncolouring BookI've been to hell and back And there's no broken light. Everyday I'm colourblind.Uncolouring Book
I bleed black and white.
Forced to taste the salt; To choke on guilty tears. My fragile mind is cracking, tearing, pulling every year.
I'm anchored on the floor and I'm screaming, "PAIN IS LIFE" My hope is pending, slightly bending. I'm begging for the knife.
the day the picture was taken, it was ALMOST sunny out, but not quite , ahhah
ehh i dont even know if that makes sense, sometimes things just seem to fit without having a solid reason
thank you <3
ima have a look at your artsy-ness tomorrow when im not feel quite so tired and crappy
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