When the blood stops my teeth scream, and I bite off the scabs before they form. The wounds bloom welcoming, and hell gleams from beneath the rotten skin.
They never heal.
When the blood stops my teeth scream, and I bite off the scabs before they form. The wounds bloom welcoming, and hell gleams from beneath the rotten skin.
They never heal.
I’m an addict, desperately searching for torture..
You’re my old high and, fuck, how it hurts… I laugh like a mad woman as my limbs twist.. crushing my bones against these bare walls.. skin burning, eyes bleeding.. willingly giving myself to the torment..
Stay.. be my demon. Rip out my ribs and make yourself home…