Taste the blood of my sins, raw and burned Revel in the adrenaline of a kiss, new and undefined by … More
One word becomes three. Misery loves company.
You left me on the edge of rejection’s denial Drifting under the darkness of love’s revival Sinking into the quicksand … More
𝘔𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥
Yearning gnaws along My backbone Seeking the succulent sins buried in my marrow