Dear diary tonight will be our last my hands are itching for razors my angel this knife shal carve thee wings consumed by sickness i ache to see your blood the hour approaches when i shall lay a nest inside of you sliced open i lay waste to my desires sweet entrails are scooped onto the tile and in my dreams i hold your head beneath the waves after ( Read more... )

I just made my LJ to read from friends only so if you want to be added and see my what ever you wanna call it just comment.. and maybe ill think about it ;)