ComeButDoNotFollow
122/Other/behind you
we are in the shadows, shifting, the movement you see in the corner of your eye, the voice you hear, whispering for you to follow deeper into the woods, calling you to jump into the restless sea as it churns under raining skies. We are the fair folk
you will bleed,
your hands the cause of your own wound,
the rusting liquid pooling on floors and drying into skin,
all because i told you,
i like the color
r e d
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
trust is a dangerous game
and death is where true beauty lies
but in the end
wolf and sheep both bleed the same.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 4:42 PM UTC