I can smell cigarettes burnt into my stinking fingers and I run those fingers through my hair which isn't there anymore.
It's white and brittle with the damage i've done.
Im white and brittle with the damage i've done.
All i want is to climb into the lake.
Alone but not.
With myself but not.
How do i ruin everything i touch.
Why am i like this.
Im an energy vampire.
I want want want.
I take take take.
You're mine mine mine.
Ive been given so many gifts and i rip open the paper with my teeth and tear out the flesh of that gift and i make it nothing i make it seem like you're nothing.
Im sick in the head.
Im a fool and a hierophant and an empress and the devil.
Im the devil.
My grandmother stopped believing in god because i'm the devil.
The cards i pull at are the fool.
The queen of pentacles.
I cant remember.
Always the devil.
Always the queen of swords.
Never the tower.
Never the tower.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 6:53 AM UTC
I can smell cigarettes burnt into my stinking fingers and I run those fingers through my hair which isn't there anymore.
It's white and brittle with the damage i've done.
Im white and brittle with the damage i've done.
All i want is to climb into the lake.
Alone but not.
With myself but not.
How do i ruin everything i touch.
Why am i like this.
Im an energy vampire.
I want want want.
I take take take.
You're mine mine mine.
Ive been given so many gifts and i rip open the paper with my teeth and tear out the flesh of that gift and i make it nothing i make it seem like you're nothing.
Im sick in the head.
Im a fool and a hierophant and an empress and the devil.
Im the devil.
My grandmother stopped believing in god because i'm the devil.
The cards i pull at are the fool.
The queen of pentacles.
I cant remember.
Always the devil.
Always the queen of swords.
Never the tower.
Never the tower.
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