23/M/USA To be sure, I am a forest, and a night of dark trees; but she who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. - Nietzsche 97 followers / 1.1k words
Scars on my soul and body, eyes closed, I leave my skin. Isolation pain imparting, tortured are the souls of men. In the empty night I’m flying, I pass this gift unto my kin. Inside I feel like dying, light infused with dark within.