damn the man!

Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

“I had to withdraw. I watched people from afar, it was like a stage play. Only they were on stage and I was an audience of one.”

You cannot create a monster and then condemn it. Hate its ugly features, its terrible gait. When I look into the mirror I do not see myself, but all of you who made me.

‘What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and time again? An instant of pain perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time like a blurred photograph, like an insect trapped in amber.’

Hold him gently in your hands. He has been cracked enough as it is, and his heart is more shattered than he lets on.

character: is rough around the edges, mysterious, antagonistic, slightly dangerous, has a great smile, cares a lot, needs a punch to the face and a hug

But you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth filled with words that have died on my lips.

Daisy by cyantists  [ preview / code / terms ]