IN THE SERVICE OF HEAVEN

i ravaged his holy church with the hellfire he poured into my veins • © sianna okaat 2017 • p120-180817 •

Arsonist's Lullabye

She was not meant to fall in love with a mortal. [COMPLETED]

void

sometimes, you feel void. #20 poetry july 14, 2016.

IDÉE FIXE

impulsive bloodlines / mental trysts

romanticism of monsters

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

はな。

「 fall like autumn leaves. 」 ＋ICHIGOLD