and as you feel bottled love dripping down your throat along with blood dripping down against your flesh, the alcohol stinging slightly along with your skin, you start to realize; you've become your worst enemy and there's nothing you can do
I see the utter carnage covering the walls of my mind, the blood of my past selves splattered everywhere. my blood swims with theirs as I pull the trigger, chunks of my face acting as paper to the glue... the blood being the glue.
when the time comes and you perish, you're going to have a funeral. though... I can't even go to mourn the loss of you; family. he'll be there, and he'll kill me too.
i still feel it clinging to the walls, my body, my soul. I want to run away and never return, leave that place behind and my memories behind as well. I want to pull apart my own skin and build a home inside of it to live in for eternity, then I'll stitch it back up, never return