likethcrns·:
hung posters for missing youth litter the caverns of a scattered mind . a lonely sense of desolation coddles thy heart . smoke fills once rosy lungs . fumes of death and massacres . it suffocates the remnants of childlike tendencies . ❝ but i don’t want to . i don’t need someone trying to take care of me or forcing themselves into my head . ❞ her name is signed on suffering’s terms . misery is swallowed whole and then spat into crypts . to be buried with the past , what a bittersweet epilogue . ❝ if i go , it would be a waste of time . i wouldn’t say anything and i don’t care what they have to say about it either . ❞
abomination defiles gut. the abattoir of living, red massacre rests in sacrilegious bones. the pair has turned to a they ; moiety formed in shared trauma & gutless crimes. death has made a fool of them both. he, with his red-soaked hands, & she, with damning loss. ❝ then don’t. if you aren’t willing to let them into your head, you are not required to. it will be tedious to both you and dr. bloom, but this is what they asked for. show them what they asked for. ❞ silence empathizes a wound, ❝ as i said, you have to show up. you don’t have to speak. making it difficult for them, however, may get you out of it. eventually. well, it did with me. ❞
