⠀  So I sharpen my teeth 'cause I love the way it feels, when I sink into your skin and draw the only thing that's real. You don't believe me, should I write it in blood? You better drive that fucking stake right down my heart and try to run. © 𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟿.