I write of my own brutality:
it's not such a bad thing, to go mad sometimes

help me understand
no gods
no stars -
this is the world in your eyes

IT'S SIMPLE, MY DEAR,
YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH A MONSTER

you say that like it's a good thing?

I'M JUST SAYING
I'D RATHER EAT A HEART
THAN HAVE MY EATEN

[ then i'm with you in  war / in fire / and cold ]

how to make a ghost out of a pretty boy:

1. kiss him until his soul is as red as the lipstick you bought last week
2. compare his chest to pomegranate and rip it open; all of his secrets; his heart; lick your fingers and „say you taste so good baby“
3. tattoo yourself into his bones so that every other person who touches him can see:

                i was here. i am the conqueror.