Inspired by NewDawnAugust deviantART
it shouldn't be like this. this is bad, this is bad, this is very fucking bad.
wash your fucking mouth, burn away the lies and sins and crimes. it still tastes bitter
i can quit anytime, stay away for as long as i need to. i'm death, damn you
death? what a joke
i don't know how to tell you this. maybe i should go already
he's mine. he'll always be mine
shut up already. no one likes you
can't you feel it? it's closing in, man i hope you can find your way out
go away. no, no, not you, don't leave, i'm really not scary. i mean, usually
hold your breath until you pass out, it's the closest to suicide you can get
it's silent, silence, whatever it's all the same now
what is it? it's so bitter
what the hell am i doing? i shouldn't be here.
draw the cloak closer to your lying fucking mouth. what the hell are you doing? he'd never love someone like you
"can't sleep."
"why?"
doesn't matter. do something
"can't"
give it up. walk away
it's funny, it's hilarious. ha ha fucking ha
"okay. come in."
you're nothing but a dirty fucking old man, you know that? ha.
"you warm enough? sorry, usually i don't have guests"
"it's fine. i'm fine."
"wanna talk?"
sort of. maybe.
pity, sorry, shame, too bad. giggle
um, okay. this is totally unprofessional
but i kind of sort of love you. wait, what the hell?
"definitely not."
"sorry"
he is. he's so cute
silence. quiet. peace. except that it's not.
hold my hand. i'm scared of the chaos
stand. "i have to go."
say thanks. be a gentleman
"wait. sir?"
spin on heeled boots. with impatience. "what is it?"
shy away from his featherlike touch. don't blush
kiss him back. don't blush!
tighten the grip on his hand. hey, blushing and burying your face into his jacket wasn't the plan
i hate your plans anyway.
you're death. this is unbecoming
"i don't care."