The walls are shifting beneath my feet. Which way was up again? So many different pills and different times of day. But I was barely awake. What happened? I can't find anything to take away the screws that take away the pain. So frustrating. How am I supposed to be dealing with this? I just want to fuck and sleep. Each cut marks another hour passed without air. Never breathe again. Kiss on the wrist. Fingertips around the jugular. So romantic. Deeper. Who am I again? Let's dance.
A theft of the living, he'd stolen my heart.
About Me
- ChemiKaze
- Some bizarre amalgamation of a trillion different colours and half as many resonant notes has come together to create me. I'm short of both temper and stature, vegan, not so bad at cooking, a heavy drinker, a chemical craver, and stronger than you.
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