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girlhood rots between my teeth, a sickness so sweet it aches.

embracing your shadow in a dream my bones arched like flowers.

so now the show's over and i've got to disguise the thing i've become…

icarus, i'll touch the sun ╱ icarus, i'll eat the sun.

first there was love, and then there was no love. but in its place did not come the absence of love, the emptiness that the going of light and heat had left. another moved in to take its place. in its place came hate.

if you love me, you don't love me in a way i understand.

my blood burns like the blood of hounds sniffing their prey and ravage. but beneath your voice my heart surrenders in devoted and submissive doves.

paint me a heaven of love with your bloodied mouth.

you reduced me to ashes. for what?

all i am to you is a tragedy, right?

no, we’re not soulmates. this is not divine intervention. and this is most certainly not chance. i willed this. i knit the threads of fate myself until they spelled your name. i love you intentionally. i love you with every bit of conscience i was born with.

it's like... am i even doing this shit? have i even fucking done anything?

when i leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people.

reality doesn't impress me. i only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, i escape, one way or another. no more walls.

you ache with it all; and the more mysterious it is, the more you ache.

we were both created in chaos, we were both born to destroy. you were like death and i was like war. and where we collided, darling, i loved you.

i am the face of death standing right behind you, yet you're oblivious to my cold breath on your neck.

your god comes and he is ordinary and terrible.

darkling i listen; and, for many a time, i have been half in love with easeful death, called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, to take into the air my quiet breath.

a god must feed. a god must be fed.