cherry flavoured blood , the boy of rotten dreams and bruised cheeks brushes knuckles with death - your split lips and aching bones , you wonder how your body will fair against the grave you dig for yourself . ( the worms and the maggots are already eating you alive . do they think that you’re still dead ? ) . ❛ well . tell the ghosts of my ex lovers that they got what they deserved . ❜
@talkdeath . : parker grayce .















