Category: Deviant art

• June 1, 2015

  cry voodoo doll
• May 31, 2015

  slit thy wrist

  If only I could chock this poem, stick this pen deep inside its throat so that when it dies it will stand by your bedside every miserable night. And haunt your wretched existence, and when you scream, none shall hear…none shall attend. Slit your wrist a million times for every moment you made me cry,…