violentvixen

if i were bones, i would have love. acidic hatred, instead tenses my loathesome vessel. tilting me, tilting. the air's been taken from my body, the teeth from my mouth, my fingers from my hands, my eyes from my head. all that's left is all i hate, i'm leaving it all, wrecked. howl, howl, the coldest desert has turned my eyes to liquid, the rains of fires ejecting from my throat, howl, howl, this world is covered in dust my hands are hideous, pristine and unscarred waiting, waiting, oh they're beholding the coldest seeks the left of me and the fires of seven suns scorch my right fusing the paradox of love into my spine, reeling, c