You know…I’m kinda like Jesus…only sexier and not dead…

Current mood: indescribable


My deterioration is inevitable and terrifying. I jump start it to save my soul. There are no arms to keep me from hurting. Me. I am a diva in every design. In my own mind. Turn in to something I like. Tell yourself pain is temporary. Tell yourself everything is. Closed eyes and heavy breathing. Burning candles at both ends. Destruction in our hands and nature. Creatures of habit. Shameful thoughts and doomed fates. There is still innocence in my eyes. They lie to stave away blindness. Scratches so deep bones chip. Dark alleys in our heads and nothing is surprising anymore. Can you feel the tension building in your veins?


Why is destruction so beautiful?