Blackwall.

i think about death all the time, like a religion, like a god. death is heavenly —— eternal. nothing and everything all at once. i am not bitter towards life; i do not despise it. but death is simply a fitting end to something such as life.

hold me, console me, then i'll leave without a trace.

I said this back in 2024 and I’m still right

what am i, if not yours? what do i do with my hands when they are just hands?

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i would die for her. i would kill for her. either way, what bliss.

when he caresses me with hands soaked in blood, am i still allowed to love that touch?