the need to destroy things creeps up on me every time

every silent movement reeks of uselessness.

my slumbering heart

somehow, it's not about the words.

i'm not my body / or how i choose to destroy it

your caresses sting with stillborn promises.

but all of the oceans and rivers and showers will wash it all away

holy water for a godless girl.

it's the slow fade of love / and its mist might choke you

this is worth saving, my friend.

all of your failures are training grounds

i'm getting better at this game.

we're bad news

we aren't bad people, are we?

holy oath

"i'm not a failure, i swear."

habits rule my waking life

i'm scared
help me
live right

your accidental death

we'll all be dead animals someday.