descenting to the abyss of my psyche, time distorting, i sense imminent dissolution of self deafening my vigorous mind, i ache to be torn, ruin my tender flesh fracture my bones, maybe then ill feel this pulse🕯️
a sharp knife against soft pallid skin, the whispering flesh holding the words of my erelonging diary, a quiet act, so delicate…ephemeral, tender pages from my love, grazing my fingers…”your skin is perfect for paper”, only the most sacred..🔪
the dawn of this shift, gnaws at my insides, contorting my organs, flesh yearning to rupture, cast off my mortal body and become a new, grotesque rotting lump of insides, freak of nature roaming the wonders, a creature born from dissonance. i am left as a cracked porcelain doll.
i am a rotting vessel, my flesh decaying, the organs whisper for the sense of succor, it devours me hallow, without haven for my restless soul, i depart from this hell….fleeing to home.🩸💉-me
the deep crimson blood stains disparate, ethereally against her pallid, ghostly skin, a dark, visceral beauty in its macabre allure. when im bored i like to write ^3^💉🩸
drench me in blood, as i walk down the isle to devote my life to you, bound our souls past the nothingness, entwine me tightly with your thorny vines❤️🩹💉