

And Our Scars Remind Usi. its like my body is a twisted book of sorts written in some sort of disturbing brail with each scar telling its own story in its fine raised linesAnd Our Scars Remind Us
[this ones from when you told me you loved me, and this ones because i believed you]
ii. this ones from when i was six, and i tried to fly i always thought the ravens outside my window were the prettiest thing ever and that maybe, if i jumped id sprout wings and be beautiful to [im not sure if its a good thing or a bad thing the i only lived on the second floor]
iii.


Self Harm MadnessI love that feeling Of the needles in my skin And seeing the marks Makes me want to do it moreSelf Harm Madness
I'm crazy for the feeling Of the blade cuting the flesh And seeing the blood, I lust for more
I lust for the feeling Of burning on my body And seeing the blisters Causes me to go mad


Murder, She Speaks...She smiles for me Yet all that I see Are white pearls, sharp as blades.Murder, She Speaks...
With one last sigh She said her final goodbye With those razors sinking into my neck.
She can barely wait For her pleasure That comes from the crimson river, Flowing down to my feet.
I hear her say "Goodbye, goodbye" When really, It's the start of my eternal life.
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"In a world where vows are worthless. Where making a pledge means nothing. Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power." -Lullaby, Chuck Palahniuk
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We are all our own devil
And we make this world our hell...--Oscar Wilde, Company of Thieves
Starlight, starlight, burning bright
You shall be witness to the slaughter tonight
~JackKrauser-FanClub Member
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I have a pocket sun boy
I\'m everything that burns in you...
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*Blog* *Stock* *Valerianas Studio*
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I am the slave to the Mistress.
The Mistress of the Arts.
Her whips and chains are made of canvas, paint, paper, ink, sound, metal, stone, earth, air, glass.
Pain has never been so relieving.
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My Gallery: [link]
One .FLy 2 RuLe Them All!
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Art for art's sake◕ ◡ ◕ [
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One owes respect to the living. To the dead one owes only truth.
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raphael does photography, too!
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