You run from me, deeper and deeper into the labyrinth. When I started this I was merely following the dot, now I place my bloody hands out and run blindly toward the scent of vetever. I want you in my bed and in my mouth. What I wouldn't do to be in your service. I wish I could break away from all the images of a thousand years of longing and ( Read more... )

So then he died.

Today was one of single hardest days of my life. The other side of my skin is tear-stained and rotted ( Read more... )