| and the v i o l e n c e rapes me too |


The morn be thievesDiamond dust and shrapnel twinkled on a pink seraph's translucent skin. Were he not clothed by Samael's guise, might I have followed with eyes sewn shut.The morn be thieves
Ceaselessly he summoned benevolent volcanoes,
sown such fictitious altruism- reaped the marrow of faith. And for what? The name of Justice.


elastic sorrowThere are times when all I can bear to hear is your music-- your voice-- and others when the sight of you makes me sick,elastic sorrow
even though I think you're beautiful.
There are times when the mere
thought of you-- your image, your words-- brings tears to my eyes;
others when I couldn't care less,
even if I do more than I should.
There are times when your name-- your pain, your purpose, your courage-- &


Aoi Blue. The color of the lazy autumn sky.Aoi
Blue. The hesitant shine of the metal in your lip.
Blue. The strings that you pull out of your favorite blazer.
Blue. Blue. Blue.
Not like your demeanor, I hope.
That's why you picked it, huh?
Or


TokyoShe's just another midnight cigarette - Just more glowing embers from the window of a Tokyo hotel.Tokyo
Sometimes it's hard to remember your guitar isn't an ashtray.
It was the Heineken. Too much. Too fast. Too long. You'll know better next time, hm?
This is always so hard - She won't even look at you. She pulls her hair out of the back of her shirt and scurries to the mirror to fix it and her lip gloss.
That disgusting, sticky pink that covers your neck and lips.
A mental note -
| and the v i o l e n c e rapes me too |
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