• gabriella_sjosef 10w

    You reek of loneliness and forgotten
    pride while marauding through carcasses
    of the living who left you for dead
    Agony makes your bed
    Your sheets are stitched by despair
    There's no more room for love in your chest
    No more drawers where bliss can hatch
    Ink of pen poison and the fragrance of
    lacking potions drips from your walls
    You are all
    You are too much
    Always too afraid of getting left behind