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

AFTER THE WOLF WAS DONE EATING THE LAMB, IT GNAWED ITS BONE TO DUST; CHIPPING ITS TEETH ON THE SHARDS OF MARROW THAT SCRAPED ITS GUMS, UNTIL IN THE PLACE OF SCRAPS OF GOOEY MEAT AND BLOOD-STAINED FUR.. THE WOLF'S HUNGER TURNED LONELY.

i did not mean to be cruel. i swear i am good, i am good, i am kind. i have love inside of me. some place far, far away.

" SAY CHEESE. WASH FEET. AND WHEN THEY KICK, GRIT YOUR TEETH. BECAUSE YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN RED. AND THE AUDIENCE LOVES YOU HALF DEAD. "

prior to this, the concept of 'parents', or 'motherly role', or 'fatherly role' made no sense to something like me.

MOTHER CAN YOU HEAR MY DYING WORDS / ECHOING THROUGH THE WIND, ROBBING ME OF MY LIFE?

i could care less what you do though. i'm just here for the aesthetics. (not to be unorthodox, Father, but the uniforms you put your men in make me crazy.)

i know i am not good for you, but please let me be selfish enough to have you.

I LOVE YOU LIKE A LION LOVES ITS KILL.

there’s a land called france, where all the naked ladies dance! and the men play drums on the naked ladies bums! and the way they shake is enough to kill a snake! and when the snake is dead, they put roses on its head!

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.

"two do the job, the third one is witness. don't shoot the guards, no need for guns— check this. don't go across, the longer road's safer. watch as the bolt's trajectory wavers."

lorem ipsum dolor drinking in the horror sit amet descending unto me

i didn't get to do anything like this with my big sis, y'know. she was more into . . . hitting things.

would you like me to teach you how to cook? or, rather, would you allow me to cook for you?

THIS IS ALL YOU DESERVE! ALL YOU DO IS BREAK PEOPLE! ! !

he is his own perpetual tormentor. he tears himself apart, over and over and over, only to sew himself back together come morning. he must be presentable. he has an audience.

Ripped  apart Broken heart But broken  hearts can't be mended Once they are torn

you only think to know me if you never get the chance the fool composes ballads and the people think to dance

god said: GOD MADE YOU. GOD DOES NOT CARE IF YOU ARE "GUILTY" OR NOT. i s aid: I CARE IF I AM GUILTY! I CARE IF I AM GUILTY! god was silent. everything was silent.

am i not good? have i not been good enough? is it too late to try again? can i not be better? i want to be good for you. please. i'll be good.

no worries, my hands aren't as good as they were a year ago, but you can trust me ~ !

( he's tall and his eyes are bleeding. he's holding a pair of pliers. )

AWAKE, FOOL! OPEN YOUR EYES! THE GUARDSMEN AND I SEE THROUGH YOUR LIES.

she said "DO WITH ME WHAT YOU WANT BUT PLEASE DON'T HURT MY FAMILY!" (don't hurt my family) "TAKE MY PRIDE, TAKE MY LIFE, TAKE MY BODY BUT DON'T TAKE THE ONES THAT ARE CLOSE TO ME!"

fifteen men on a dead man's chest! yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum!

you are allowed to watch the sun swallow him whole and burn him up, to stain your fingers to the bone holding him together, to count the constellations in his eyes as they blink out . you are not allowed to save him.

he was holding him too softly, with too much tender assurance that he felt something sick twisting in his gut, like shame at himself. 'but i am a monster,' he says, desperate for him to heed this warning. (he means: save yourself.) 'then you are my monster.'

i no longer have any trouble understanding the softness of my brother's look, and the ever stronger, fiercer desire i felt to melt him.

NO MORE ! i cannot risk it all. i cannot risk it all! i cannot risk it all, can i? i have already risked everything, have i not? then, why not risk it all again? am i to risk it all? why should i? for my own sake, at his expense?