Horror

Beg for your fucking salvation

You don’t know about real loss. Because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.

You’re still hung up aren’t you?

You looked better on your knees anyways

//Your voice consoles me

//worms fill the void

//Maybe you’ll see beyond this seeping dread but by the time you read this, I’ll already be dead

//Look in the mirror does it feel any better

//wasted years; drying wasted tears.

I miss the way your arms felt around me.

An animation I made yesterday enjoy

Lay me down to sleep I pray the ground my soul to keep.

Smeared on the wall

I desperately hope from the deepest reaches of my being that this whole fucking world burns.

The statues you idolize are as hollow as your ideals. Tear down the past, build a new future

Your body isn’t a temple, it’s a mausoleum