i don’t love you but i could you are undeniable inevitably intoxicating we both know this isn’t real and we’re only lost in a fervor dream Yet, the contentment of your longing whispers cascade us further into misconception In this delusion I could ravage you until the weight of reality crushes us.
you are maddening
i want to embalm myself in your arms like silk
gorge on the sweet peach of your skin
tear you limb from limb so that only I can bask in your beauty
evil has many faces
and you’re my favorite one
She isn’t welcome here, yet; I invited her.
Shadows cower when she returns, wolves howl, ravens sing and the devil, he coos to her. She isn’t a beast, nor a phantom, but the vessel of something insatiable. Like her mother, and her mother's mother, she is a woman who cannot be contained.
Once again I feel her clawing her way out, severing the soft flesh of my throat. She’s writhing out of me, leaving a trail of remorse in her path, the release is euphoric, the sacrifice is righteous, women like her cannot be contained.
They look at her with hard stares, mock her with shrill words. Freedom is now, the gates of reckoning ha
i don’t love you but i could you are undeniable inevitably intoxicating we both know this isn’t real and we’re only lost in a fervor dream Yet, the contentment of your longing whispers cascade us further into misconception In this delusion I could ravage you until the weight of reality crushes us.
you are maddening
i want to embalm myself in your arms like silk
gorge on the sweet peach of your skin
tear you limb from limb so that only I can bask in your beauty
evil has many faces
and you’re my favorite one
She isn’t welcome here, yet; I invited her.
Shadows cower when she returns, wolves howl, ravens sing and the devil, he coos to her. She isn’t a beast, nor a phantom, but the vessel of something insatiable. Like her mother, and her mother's mother, she is a woman who cannot be contained.
Once again I feel her clawing her way out, severing the soft flesh of my throat. She’s writhing out of me, leaving a trail of remorse in her path, the release is euphoric, the sacrifice is righteous, women like her cannot be contained.
They look at her with hard stares, mock her with shrill words. Freedom is now, the gates of reckoning ha
I’ll meet you up on 3rd again—yet another avenue
taken back by the trees.
You never saw them,
but you would’ve liked them,
if only for the way they lean like willows
and make the tall men crouch,
and tuck their sleeves.
hundreds of eyes
instead of a
human body:
i see, i see,
this is all i'll
ever be
blinking rapidly,
crying, crying,
staring directly
into the sun,
blinding them
one by one
Well, I guess I'm going to start writing here again even if it's just a little personal journal since all my friends have moved on. I've already fucking embarrassed myself twice today trying to contact some old friends so it's been a great hour lmao
im too lazy to write the rules and stuff here but im like 3 months late so thats a thing
13 QUESTIONS TO ME FROM leopia (https://www.deviantart.com/leopia)
1. Do you believe in a god? Gods? A higher power at all? Souls? Angels? Demons? Religion in general? What are your beliefs?
I don't know. I believe there was some type of higher being here on earth at some point. For almost every culture in the world to have a book that somehow related to a god or gods something had to have happened. I don't believe in the bible/ holy scriptures because people have edited and recreated stories that could change the whole concept of what is real or not. Angels and demons?