Right here.

Perceive me then, for it is what I am meant for. Look at me, and see the good and bad within, both at the same time. Perceive me, forever and before that time, with eyes seeing, or blind. Perceive the flaws and the good bits alike, I fear not your judgement, for you read minds not in this lifetime.

There Is a Piece of My Soul Somewhere in The Universe

  I don’t believe in love, not quite, not at all. Despite this, I know I must have loved someone, or something, at some point in this life. ...

Sunday, 12 January 2025

My Skin Bleeds Decay

 I fear in my soul
I am nothing but tragedy
Left to fight to fill a void
In my own chest
Poked by my own sword.

My skin bleeds decay
My soul rusts deep-red sunsets
Like the polish chipping on
my nails, and the blood in my veins
that feels like it doesn't belong to me.

My head is emptier
The older I become.
If I fall down now
With these bones that I've broken
I'm unsure I can get back up.

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Anonymous said...

I love this bestieee

12 January 2025 at 07:42

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