Take My Arm And Slit It
I woke up this morning, with Sean in my arms. It was beautiful. He kissed my cheek, and whispered secrets into my ear.
Today was splendid, everything went my way. My initiation, my gothic nightmares, are all surrounding me. I am frightened to think about everything. It's just so, silent.
I cut my arm again, the blood ran down my arm, in a slow, quiet, quiver. Afterwords, I went to my room with a bottle of vodka, and passed out on my bed.
I woke up, sweaty, and right in front of me, appeared a shadowy figure. I asked who they were, and walked towards them, but they disspeared without a word.
Silence.
Today was splendid, everything went my way. My initiation, my gothic nightmares, are all surrounding me. I am frightened to think about everything. It's just so, silent.
I cut my arm again, the blood ran down my arm, in a slow, quiet, quiver. Afterwords, I went to my room with a bottle of vodka, and passed out on my bed.
I woke up, sweaty, and right in front of me, appeared a shadowy figure. I asked who they were, and walked towards them, but they disspeared without a word.
Silence.