the mess you made of him, the scars you placed on him, the blood you bathed him in, it sticks to you. it stains you.
do this, and it won't be the last time you see his face, see him. first thing in the morning, last thing at night, and he'll be with you while you dream.
you shouldn't be wearing suits and talking to girls and being charming you should have a fucking sign round your neck and a bell you should be living in a cave
no subject
it all clings to you.
the mess you made of him,
the scars you placed on him,
the blood you bathed him in,
it sticks to you.
it stains you.
do this, and it won't be the last time
you see his face, see him.
first thing in the morning,
last thing at night,
and he'll be with you while you dream.
you end his life, and he'll invade yours.
no subject
you shouldn't be wearing suits and talking to girls and being charming
you should have a fucking sign round your neck and a bell
you should be living in a cave
no subject
no subject