#midnight confessional

[violet-screams]

I am the violet, fervent flower;

The bruise in silent bloom.

The purple nightshade, dark tulip.

Twisted limbs and choking skin.

I am the violet, swollen hue;

The scream of cosmos deep.

The more i am myself,

The less i can be seen.

[youknowiloveyou-so]

There’s nothing more frustrating than writing romance novels for a living while having absolutely no romance in your own life.

[violet-screams]

Staring in the mirror,

The Ogre stares back

With my face and hide,

Flexing and weeping

As i carve away his shape.

I shave- My face, my chest, my legs-

I set myself on fire to burn the hair away,

But the ogre’s still there;

His onyx eyes, like a spider,

Stare indifferently back at me.

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I keep seeing ghosts Of the boy I once was

And all the men i could have been

Hiding in the pupils of those who once knew me

and in the wake of living i leave behind, now a strangers things;

I killed them, and they dont even know it…

I carve away at them too,

They fall away and melt

like cold grease in a hot pan,

And shimmer like starlight

Scattered amidst the wake

[violet-screams]

I await with bated breath for the end of this accursed country