☆》𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘼 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙎

don't recognise, don't recognise, don't recognise, don't recognise, don't recognise, don't recognise, gone, gone, gone.

a fawn curled up beside a fake deer which is used for target practice.

i am tired of being human. and angry at feeling so much love. some days i am angry just to be alive.

you will never be clean from sin. rotten children don’t deserve heaven.

all snapping fangs and thorns, bundled up in a little, inconspicuous package. no one would view her as a threat, no one would see her coming.

you are powerless here. you can only watch. ( but you're used to that. you've done it before. )

I WANTED SO BADLY TO BE LOVED, I STARTED YELLING AT THE WHOLE WORLD. I STARTED FIRES. I STARTED BASHING WINDSHIELDS IN WITH A BASEBALL BAT. I STARTED CURSING OUT GOD AND THE ANGELS. I STARTED CARVING HOLES IN THE SIDE OF MY FACE SO SOME LIGHT COULD GET IN.

SO IF YOU CAN, PLEASE TAKE THIS PHIAL FROM MY HAND
BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND AND LET THE FREAK UPON THIS LAND

you are the worst kind of good 'CAUSE YOU'RE NOT EVEN GREAT.

THIS IS NO PLACE OF HONOUR.

teammates!? friends!? to hell with that!

i never understood what made your lips on my neck such an intimate affair until your teeth grazed my pulse and i realized you could tear open my throat and make me bleed out in your arms， but instead you chose to kiss.

she would say yes, because she was a good soldier. she would do this because it was her duty, but the whole time she would be aflame with resentment, ambition, and hunger.

lord, please forgive me, for i have sinned, i mean no harm, please please please please...

ARE YOU A HUMAN DRONE? (aye, sir!) ARE YOU A KILLING MACHINE? (aye, sir!) I AM IN CONTROL, MOTHERFUCKER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? (aye, sir!)

STICKERS ON MY ARTILLERY, I'M GONNA MAKE HISTORY.

i did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. i did not like to be touched because i craved it too much. i wanted to be held very tight so i did not break.

i’ll be better than i was. i swear. i swear i’ll be better.

you are powerless here. you can only watch. ( but you're used to that. you've done it before. )

" they can torture you. they can make you say anything. but they can't make you believe it. they can't get inside you.
they can't get to your heart. "

my heart will be the worst blessing in your life.

i know i was a control freak. i wanted to get better for you. i know why you didn't give me that chance.

(my head hurts, and this loud, obnoxious noise- ! no ! wait, don't tell me an angel is trying to communicate with me now- !?)

REPENT! REPENT! REPENT!

knife to the throat, don't call me no hater!
true "lover boy", romantic crusader
casanova heart, i'm a real serenader
leash on the neck, never disobey her!

WAIT . / NO ! / PLEASE-! / DON'T ! ! !

"you're not a monster," i said. but i lied. what i really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be.

I WILL LEARN.
(The life which I studied could never have loved me.)
I WILL FIGHT.
(He can’t ignore that which he left sick and bloodied.)

you walk a fine line between god and animal. you're just a feral dog i worship in bedroom ceremonials. cut me up and take me like the bread and blood at church. love's never been more than pain, so baby, show me how bad you hurt.

i owe you a black eye and two kisses. tell me when you wanna come and get 'em.