not to be an edgie bastard but truly, sincerely, and deeply from the bottom most pit of my black heart: fuck. you.

I’d like to see you the me down, I’m forged of blood and tears and iron.

You can call me a demon as much as you’d like. I’m not the one who has to worry about their reputation.

i would like to think that i am a wildfire, bright and deadly and devouring, but i am just a spark wishing for better times

i cannot cry. the tears hit my skin and turn to steam, curling into the air with my sorrow

Tell me bitter child of the earth, who tore out your heart? Who filled your lungs up with sand? Your chest is burning and your eyes are empty, who harmed you so?

a creature made of flame, leaving fiery footprints and melted asphalt in its wake. bulging eyes made of obsidian rippling across its body, a mouth that drips magma with teeth of basalt