#tokyoghoul
why cant i be murdered and eaten by a ghoul
except i dont want to end up like Ken Kaneki
That would be kinda cruel when you wish to die
instead they save your life, altering you forever
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 7:32 PM UTC
but we keep on seeking
and we continue hoping
to be beautiful
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 2:10 PM UTC
oh tell me dear father
how do you use your scythe so smoothly
cutting and boning
your foolish apostles.
how do you lead
your little addicts
not overdosing
but subtly
killing.
oh tell me dear mother
painless death
how can you be so sweet
honey dripping
ethereal paradise.
how can you be so loving
for your ****** up children
with gouged eyes
sleepwalking through their
last judgment.
oh tell me dear brother
how different would it be
when it's all over
how blind you were
going into a rabbit's hole.
how hurt you were
when you lost your voice
screaming cacophonically
into the dreadful void
"i am alive, do not bury me yet!"
oh tell me dear sister
how lovely it could have been
if you never got married
if malicious goblin
never came to our house.
how tired you were
with ****** eyes that
once were golden
with sliced wrists
and broken nails.
oh tell me please
what did i do
how yesterday i had too little money
and now too little hours
to fix everything.
how did i end up white
with all sad colours
knocking into my mind
why can't i be black
reflecting the world.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
Nec possum tecum vivere, nec sine te.
It will end in death either way.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
"ugly as we are,"
you said to me
as you held my hand,
"the reflection of this horrible world
shown on the mirror
every time we look up."
you were slowly fading,
and i could see your eyes turning glassy.
a tear fell,
not only from your eye,
but also from the sky
to where i looked up
and saw the reflection of the world
"ugly as we are,"
i said with an empty hand,
"a horrible world
without you in it."
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
The world I see
Is colored in red.
*I know, I'm the monster
Under your bed...*
You cry yourself
To sleep every night;
I speak to you,
Each. Word. Filled. With. Ssspite.
I like your flesh,
It's pink and sweet.
*I want to bite it off
And taste your meat.*
You're a bird in a cage,
That cage isn't mine;
You refuse to leave
Your self behind.
You're a willing puppet,
I'll play the puppeteer's part;
*I'll tear open your flesh
And rip out your heart.*
I'll torment and torture,
Till your words are stained red.
***Beware! I'm the monster
Under your bed...***
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC