Five in the Morning

I’ll take five in the morning and then five more at noon and as the sun is setting I’ll take 5 more again.
And I’d like to say that I’m not an addict but if we’re all being honest here then I’m am quite aware that I have a problem.
I have a problem in my mind and I like to think these tiny pills are being kind to me but in all reality they’re destroying my insides.
And I can feel it my head, I can feel it down to my very bones and I can feel it in every ounce of my being.
The pain, the pain, oh the pain that resides in me from these tiny things are what drive me for more.
Because as they destroy me they provide a temporary cure for the raging war that’s killing me.
I crave the release it gives me from the pain.
Oh the pain!
The pain that rests in the deepest corners of my soul, the pain that is cutting through me like a hot knife cuts through butter, the pain that is slowly, but surely getting rid of every aspect of my being.
Oh the pain.
Will you take my pain away? Because if you don’t I surely will, and I can promise you that it will kill.
I know that I need help but honestly I’m afraid. I’m drowning here and I don’t think I can be saved, so please, please, don’t let me live in pain. For my heart cannot bear it no longer.

I can lay here for hours and just stare blankly at these walls, and I don’t know why I do it but maybe I’m just waiting for your call. I can lay here for days and just keep my bloodshot eyes trained on the ceiling, and I’m not sure what I’m feeling but I’m pretty sure that it has everything to do with you. I can lay here months and keep my eyes on the clouds that I can see out my window, hoping one day that I’ll be as free as them and when I am the first thing I’ll do is run straight for you. And if I were to lay here until my last breathe I hope to God that you’ll be the last thing on my mind so I could at least be happy as I said good bye.


You are the yellow sky at night
Embroidered with a bow of rain, 
And dripping in a lovely light
That makes the flowers grow. I know
That you are beautiful, again:
The very ether set aglow. 

You are the radiance and grace
Of clouds that live a crimson flame,
Of clouds that intertwine with space.
You are beloved and adored,
And I’m as happy as your name
For I’m, without a doubt, all yours. 





period thoughts

that would make the funniest fucking story ever. Due to a mix up at the factory, the template for incantations that was supposed to a publishing company of dark art books is sent to a feminine products factory. Girl then accidentally summons Satan with period blood. Satan gets confused because its “dead blood” and when he shows up he realizes the sacrifice was done incorrectly so he cannot take the girl’s soul but now is bound to do her bidding because oops his bad, he showed up anyway.


My hand slipped

(via artistimistic)