͏ ͏𝐃𝙴͟𝙰͟𝚃͟ ͏𝙷͟ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ᅠᛪ༙

i should’ve shot you in the head and watched you die! . . . i can’t stop thinking about you.

return the weretiger to me .ᐟ

sharpen the blade, that faithfully rests on my neck

𝘸𝘩𝖔⠀𝘢𝘳𝔢⠀𝘺𝘰𝓊⠀?

this body that overcame even death, was held together by the flames of vengeance.

YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK! YOU CAN BITE AND SCRATCH AND BEG BUT YOU CAN NEVER GO BACK!

you are vain and you are heartless and yet i can feel in you, a shade of sadness

stuck in the middle of a forest, made of flesh and bones and they're all scared of a lost, little boy, who has lost his heart

ornery, scandalous and evil

vile and yet, devout

he wears the smell of blood and death like a perfume.

all i have are nerves.

maybe i have no place, it keeps me at war

don't make me think any less of you now i won't believe a dirty word from your mouth

it's not like you've ever tried to stay sometimes it seems like i'm in your way