you trap us in your embrace for however long you want. Even trying to justify your actions is overwhelming.

my time robber: he looks sick with the fear of sickness aged by the fear of time

“Therefore, I am,” yeah, stuck in this meat suit.

The truth, these days it turns against me more than not (period)

bare my throat dumb-tongued beast if anyone’s there: let this mean something

this body is a life sentence, both trial and punishment

I really did let my finger slip along the edge of a page I had no business touching.

Truth: I think I never stopped harming myself, I just found out how to make me hurt in more acceptable ways.

There are teeth dressed as daggers as they whisper good morning

my reluctance is my own vanity bringing uncertainty to my estate

her rasp Je suis la mort yeah I guess you could say she’s likeable