You’re a cardiac tamponade
Crushing crushing crushing
The strangle of
The spill of
Blood
And the vodka on your lips
You breathe a spirit
Right into my broken life
Ice and burns
The thing about hearts
They have no sensation
You don’t realise you’re hurting
Then you die
A whimper
A scream
A promise maybe?
Follow me: Cant-Remember-Last-Night
Red
I remember red
What does that mean
I remember things moving
Then a stillness
A stroke of grey on gold
But the words
Are gone
Where are you
Who am I
Remember.
(Source: existentialpets, via andrewpseudonym)
Like baby Nietzsche love it
(Source: existentialpets, via andrewpseudonym)
(Source: existentialpets, via andrewpseudonym)



