TO LOVE.
shall i believe that unsubstantial death is amorous? © aceans
❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016
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.
[ I DON'T REALLY EXIST ANYMORE; MY words JUST FLOW ON ICHOR SEAS. ] _©the_abyssiary, 2018. Note: This is a mess. Just like me.
POETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.