Consider me like an afterthought
and I will fade away.

I’m too ****** up for Heaven

Miles mean nothing when the trouble isn’t on the road

She dances on the edge of cliffs because she would rather death invite her

its an expanse of nothingness holding within her belly a chasm of black water
i imagine it would be like the inside of a coffin, except going on seemingly forever
she’s warm and she touches every part of me, yes she fills every inch, every crack
she’s beautiful, and I want to dive into her
I want to drown in her