Jun 3, 2025
Hit me! Make me alive again! This mellow apathy is killing me! Turn it to violence, let me play insect! Anything but this! Care or hate, something!
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Hit me! Make me alive again! This mellow apathy is killing me! Turn it to violence, let me play insect! Anything but this! Care or hate, something!
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No one cares whether your bones shatter under the weight of it all. You still have muscle. Plenty of blood to go around. Let the viscera hold you up, no one else will.
I return with the greatest urge to cut into this damn flesh until it falls off.. But I am a good angel :)
Justified collataral.. As once was, as always shall be.
Misery. All people do is point fingers that jab knives between my ribs, then ask me when I started bleeding and how they can help. Stop the blame game and you will stop stabbing me too..
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I feel utterly undesirable and unloveable.. What more must I do to deserve love like everyone else?
Callback so painful it makes me want to overdose on anything so I can stop feeling them all over me..
My eyes keep flickering to my Father, currently under duress by other higher authorities. His gloved hands wringing around his cuffs, the leather creaking as he smiles, as though his teeth make that sound instead. He cocks his head at them as though innocent, he knows he is not, he knows what he has done. They deliberate between the silk woven tight by him, looking at each connective piece. How so much of it ties to me and **. I feel the tugging, a single delicate finger, and his countenance almost contorts at the touch. Almost.
Arrogance etches his wrinkles, he sits proud of his architecture. What he has committed me to. What he made of **. None of this is right, God should be kind not cold. A chuckle rises from his chest, his eyes everywhere. Over me now, watching, observing my tears. Holy water burns as it cleanses away sin. What use is there in repentance if he commits me to sin? What use is there in fighting his will?