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"you of little faith," were the words i heard as i hear plates crashing in the living room, as i smell the fire burning the sheets on my bed, as i feel the bruises on the sides of my arm, as i sense the pounding of my heart, writhing to leave my chest and fall onto the floor. bloody & wounded. & here i am hearing these words: as if to spite me & mock me - "oh! i, of little faith."

'when the sky weeps & bends itself to meet me like tinted broken glass, let that be your reminder of what october brings for us ; fall-ing. Nous. Why¿? Started it a lil late and now i'm starting to forget you.° cover by pookie - @bloodedwolves ongoing; 2020 ~ _ ™atropa bellaedonna｡⁠.ﾟ

Just a draft.

"I'm a ghost haunting the halls of my own home." - Father, A False God.

ROTTING FOREVERMORE. | KI , 2018

no one ever leaves the cold town of dames copyright, bonepickers 2019

YOUNG GODS, driven to insanity. © sensationale [7.29.17]PO54