Time and time again, I’ve found that I’ve deceived myself. Told myself lies, masked them as black truths. In the corpse I’ve grown in I noticed the withered lilies, the rotting tongues, the black fingers bitten to the bone. I’ve known of death since I was a young boy. And there are times I wonder, if death knows me.
{ AU • 18+ content • WARNING ! TRIGGERING CONTENT • Selective • me, myself, and I are buds waiting to bloom in the fires of my damnation }















