#ciel writes things

Got my work that’s due at midnight finished and summited with a minute to spare, now I can’t sleep… wtf

I would wait forever, even if I knew you wouldn’t ever show.

What use are laws if those who create and enforce them no longer stand?

Oh the poor man, makes his way, to a home he’ll never return. Poisoned mind and a heart of steel, to whom he sings his songs do heal. But to be that poor man, a ghastly death, one that no one can flee. Broken legs, and tired wings, a hell he’ll never break free.

The stick of pure addiction, something that’s sure to take his life, completes his image.

You can both warm me and burn me, sustain me and kill me.

Like tears my blood sheds, and I wonder if my body weeps for my mind.

My body is my temple, and a temple is just rock without inscriptions.