For they who are not here. Yet.
Thank you, phantom lover.
Into the arms of another, I cannot race, for you have me, amour.
They don’t warn you of all the ills, that come from staring into– the well of your soul; the darkness within, that curdles to the top; foamy scum, from a timid heart. They don’t tell you of all that kills; all the monsters that wait, and the death that looms, ever patient, ever hungry, within a starving heart. They don’t tell you of all the pain you endure, whilst crawling to the door, after a […]