be bad, be mine.
i am texting with you as if i never leaved that mansion.
how ..predictable, my. my limit can be easily foreseen.
even if it gives me balance, i know that it is imbalance.
there is something that can not be found, once lost.
on these scales.

but am i stopping. no, i am not for sure stopping.

this time the question is simply how strong i am,
sleeping with the ghosts and not letting them in my real life.
countdown is on.

@темы: refined cruelty, bloodstrained