Friday nights, past the light, down the silent streets, Drown in shadows, by the still river under shy twilight... There, you'll find me admiring you. 

I live to thrill, call me 3ylr. 
I love a pulse, beating heart... Because I value what I never have. 

Somethings I love, apart from Tove Lo tunes, ... Are lonely souls stalking the night.

Please fright when I dash out the corner. They all taste better when scared or horny. 

Push against me when I hold you. Fight, scream. Let's enjoy the drama before you give in. Everyone does. If you won't, we'll see eye to eye, then you're all mine. 

I live in you're fantasy novels, trek the twisted paths of your fearful imagination. Nap easy in your nightmares...

So Im not alive, not dead. Just there in between being a glitch in existence. Persistent existence. 

In this fussy broken world, I know:
@LucciFalone   -My sire
@Nytedale. -My shug doll

So I thought, fuck it! Let's all be friends. *sly laugh in secret*