passive vengeance

memories droolall over my present statethe exit woundsstain what could bewhat wasis goneI try not to reanimatethe monsterchaos magic temptsI’d like to think I was powerfulinstead I am silentpassivetoo oftenrather than the absence of courageI suffer from the absence of carethey watched me sufferprolonged my tormentwhy should I save themthey’d let me dieso shall I

Tiffany’s Luster

Come with me, my love Let me rise on you, like a dove on the summer winds Let me suck down your sins like a bee on a flower Rain on my face like a spring shower Bruise me as if I were a dangerous criminal destined for execution, so electrical are my feelings for […]