breaking, shattered, frail. lungs crystallized and lost in a patterned kaleidoscope of panic filled day dreams, breathing is short lived and heavy, like wet clothes after drowning.
I saw you. I wanted to take you between my fragile fingers and slowly drain the rest of life out of your gold digging, rotting existence. in the seconds between blinking I see your true face, the devourer of children and purity, face soaked with blood, newborns and fetuses still stuck between your teeth.
you will die bitch if not by my hand than by my dogs.
About Me
- JesseIrish
- I am an artist of a few different sorts, I paint, I write and play music, my friends say my outlook on life is a bit hippie. I also have interests in film but more along the lines of making art vs: making a profit. I grew up in N.E. Washington and continue to love the outdoors. I used to love people a lot more than i do now. I'm finding out i love animals a lot more as long as they don't belong to anyone.
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