The Hunter’s crazy eyes, agape with horrific realisation, were out-monstered by the tortured smile plastered upon his face. […]
your full red lips pressed on mine mine are losing color you tell me i’m not your puppet […]
little bits scattered across the floor red ones, blue ones even black ones, as well you follow them […]
ashes swaying to the ground dusty fingerprints decorating these empty walls follow them outside for this house was […]
sometimes you dive into your mind a bottomless pool to pull you under it’s when you start to […]
it starts with a word that lies on my tongue sinks through my pores and fills up my […]
we clashed so many times full-on collisions we broke each other running on full speed sometimes we destroyed […]
