maybe there's a fever burning on the inside. waiting for the demons to come and lick the tears dry. but i'm still begging for the pale sugar water, eyes lazy for the truth. am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter? does your god believe in you? maybe i'm a total wreck, so drain my blood until there's nothing left.
「 father time | no group | tags | plot | penned by minnie. 」——————————————
MAYBE I WON'T REPENT. LIVE A LIE AND LET THE VULTURES IN.
you can be an angel of mercy, or give in to hate. you can try to fight it, just like every other careless mistake. aurum — luminary — archangel of vengeance