Open wounds, scarified. the consuming darkness, black painted eyes. wanders around, doesn’t belong. open wounds bleeding forever a pretty face a tortured soul crying eyes never cease tears of blood stream down a pale face. open wounds a stolen breath a serated dagger falls to the floor streaming from within a crimson river.
Tag: open wounds
Love Me How
His hands ran up my body gingerly touching every inch of my skin. The feel of his finger tips cringed on my flesh and made me want to cry. Questions flooded my mind as he memorized every drop of sweat bubbling from my pores and every corse hair growing stiffly from where i resently shaved.
I Am Faceless and Heavyhearted
I am faceless and heavyhearted I wonder if it would be better if i ceased to exist I hear the echoes back at me, no one seems to hear I see nothing more to come I want to let out what’s inside I am faceless and heavyhearted