Bite me, do it fast, and do it hard
Look at your arm. Look at your skin. Think about what that skin is made of. And how easily it can be destroyed. If you poke yourself you probably burst hundreds of skin cells without even knowing it. We are so easily broken...it makes me want to lie in bed with them. To watch them break me, bend me, seduce me even if Im lucky. These thoughts have never run through my head before but I love them. Wonderfully nuerotic and terrifying. I want to watch the worlds destruction, just so I can say how beautiful it was. How watching it all end was like a dream. How it was so sureal. How I cried the llast tears as blood poured over my hands and into a river that I would eventually come to drown in. Dying. Is so strange. I dont mean to sound like an emo kid but I mean these things. I wonder what it feels like to be shot, be stabed. Does it hurt as much as having your heart break?
Yours Truly
Yours Truly