𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔴 ☾ | parody.

I imagine myself covered with blood, broken but transfigured and in agreement with the world, both as prey and as a jaw of time, which ceaselessly kills and is ceaselessly killed.

You'll cry yourself to death. Tell me: Why are you so devoted to your pain?

I am burning up with love / a thousand candles in my mouth / a thousand stars in my head.

I hope you will be so cruel as to receive me.

So I perversely circle the late stars, drowsier and drowsier, sleepily longing for something.