Fuck me, Satan.

Everyday looking at it, pale flesh, loose skin, remembering the places where her bones used to stick. Now there's only memories of it. Only shadows, screams unable to shout loud enough to be heard.

I'm not your baby and

if you say the words

those words

I'll cut your tongue with scissors

I won't even blink

let it kill me
let me die

~ Warm Blue ~

I made this on a lonely and sleepless morning a few days ago. Feel me.

eat.

if you're in a bad dream, leave.