Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.

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5 days ago

I thought that violence was art And I broke your heart

1 weeks ago

rose petals thrown at you heavy metal in your red leather Bet you wish you were an idol Love letters, love letters thrown at you Never read 'em, never read 'em you should know better So deep with your tattoo Bet you think no one understands you You only do it for the crowd That’s not what it's about

2 weeks ago

Another mirror selfie because why not

3 weeks ago

Already missing the blonde hair 💀

3 weeks ago

Whats the point?

4 weeks ago

So what do you believe? Cannot have my body over any prophecy I don't really follow, got my own philosophies So why you watching me instead of helping me? You say you're feeling me, then why you killing me? All the cheap shots, no, that ain't a deal to me

last month

The devil's on your shoulder The strangers in your head As if you don't remember As if you can forget It's only been a moment It's only been a lifetime But tonight you're a stranger Some silhouette

last month

i said it's all so permanent theres no placement no arrangement of words that i could say to keep these changes away but i wasn't composed of broken bones or demon limbs this world is a masterpiece i canvas sheet accountable for such losses shout out to the artist who took his heart and his soul and lost them both in the process if it gets ahold of me please be the saint to save me

last month


Oct 2019

Your dead eyes before mine. The way they're missing their whites, Yeah, they're just right. I know you're dead inside And that's what I like

Oct 2019

Oct 2019

What you give is what you get And in your case that's nothing but guilt and regret And all the flames you kept in your brain Came out your lips and sent you straight into your own grave You were a walking, talking, corpse at best And I swear I couldn't wait to get you off my chest And when you asked us why We couldn't look you in your eyes It's hard to find life In something that's already died

Sep 2019

Now or never 🎲

Sep 2019

I am fucking gold,but you prefer silver and that's okay

Jul 2017

// Come on skinny love just last the year

May 2017

// "People come and go. Some are cigarette breaks, others are forest fires." — You were a raging forest fire, burning me relentlessly. Now I’m just a vast wasteland of scorched land with ashes and burned down tress covering me.