they say that usually our exterior image is just a graphical expression of our insides;
guess that's why i keep trying to physically destroy, harm, break, kill myself
how miserably beautiful and cynically stunning it would be to combine my exterior with my inside
dark lungs, fresh cuts, bloody breath, sharp heart; a pure rotten aesthetic
a broken, messy, intoxicated masterpiece
for you to adore me
YOU ARE READING
the beautiful side of misery ¦ pink
Poetryart is nothing more than the way we have to express how beauty looks through our eyes but art, the real, purest and most captivating form of art is finding beauty where nobody else can so i slipped through the most morbid corners of my guts to portr...
