Still, there is this terrible desire to be loved. Still, there is this horror at being left behind.

He’s got a sadness about him you only see in catholic stained glass windows.

I think in another life I’ll find you again.

I heard from somewhere, "it's holy to say any name 3 times". But you whisper my name only once and I come to you running like a dog deprived of bone— a man stripped of god.

Hell is loving you in my sleep and waking up alone.

Inside me, something seethes. Inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.

I love you, I hate you, I can’t live without you!

When the night falls, my heart calls for love and devotion.

Will you stay close to me?

I sink my teeth far too deep into those I love. I can’t seem to contain the depths of my devotion.

I’ll make you see, force you to be in love with me for eternity.

You don’t get to die and be reborn the same. You come back, but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection.

Here I am, dirty and faceless, waiting to heed your instruction.

I will never love again.

Not a god’s chosen, but a god’s cursed.

Is it ever ending, my self hatred?

It comes as no surprise, you are what everyone said, the masses have spoken. For once they do not lie.

I don't think you're a monster, darling.

California dreams of suicide!

How can I save you when I can’t even save myself?

I want to win your trust, your faith, your heart, you’ll never be deceived.

Madness as a defense against grief.

I want, I love you in heaven.

It’s a fitting punishment for a monster. To want something so much—to hold it in your arms—and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it.

I’m a winged insect, you’re a funeral pyre.

Please abuse my inferiority complex!

I love you like a rotten dog, I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums, like a monster, like a beast, like something not worth loving back.

And all I can do is hope that when you close your eyes your mind is filled with thoughts of me and all that we could’ve been.

The summer approaches from the coolness of spring. I think of little else but you. Maybe it wasn’t love, maybe it wasn’t true, but I still think of little else but you.

How can I save you when I can’t even save myself?

To the me of the future, are you smiling every day?

I wanted to be loved more than I wanted to be alive.

Leviticus 26:29 — You shall eat the flesh of your sons, and you shall eat the flesh of your daughters.

Grief is all I have left of you, so yes I do hold onto it.

I'm hurting you for your own good; I'd die for you, you know I would!

Everybody sins, no one wins. What will you do when the end begins?

The pleasures of sin will haunt you.

And I tell myself that it’s alright that I dream about the day I die.

Is it ever ending, my self hatred?

Feel me; fuck me; hurt me; love me; hate me; save me; kill me.

My past self becomes the basis for my present self.

Get on your knees and don’t just pray to the angels above. Scream, let them know how much you ache.

The summer approaches from the coolness of spring. I think of little else but you. Maybe it wasn’t love, maybe it wasn’t true, but I still think of little else but you.

How long ago did I die? Where was I buried???

Oh god, deliver us from evil!

My past self becomes the basis for my present self.

Melt my love sick heart, I’ve become obsessed with you!

Feel me; fuck me; hurt me; love me; hate me; save me; kill me.

My past self becomes the basis for my present self.

What does humanity mean to a creature cursed to never experience it?