Make me to lie down in the bed of death. Dream of vast canvases of nothingness. Reality is the true nightmare. Crimson tipped thorns poisoned with sorrow.
Tag: sweet pain
suicidal dreams
Brianna lays here dreaming, thinking up things that nobody should think of. the ever lasting sweet pain that had became the life giving medication, the highlight of her pitiful existance. in love with someone she would never have, words where etched into her mind, voices outside her window pane, three stories up.
Burning
The things I do I do for me The pain The humuliation