rain times

Faceless Masquerade;
— 

We painted our faces to mask
the blacks and blues of sins and deceit; our tongues
are swollen with lies - spitting them into the dirt 
where our hearts lied with the dogs; hands calloused in
half moons, raining blood from the times we were silenced.
Who said there was a subconscious? 

We are empty vessels - 
There is no  “I” or “me” 
but simply, “what do you desire?“ 
See how our teeth gleamed all seven deadly sins, 
as we sank our fangs into the deserted lips of one another;
hollowness never tasted so fulfilling -

We are mindless beings,
lusting to purge our desires in the hellfire of one another;
a sinful dance in our endless masquerade -
Perhaps it was this mortality the gods so craved,

The ruination of oil and fire



*Collaboration with Jay (@awhorableperson) - you’re awesome + thank you so much

(via https://open.spotify.com/track/4qphu7qSHCrzsNDgHDPPHL)

I’m only honest when it rains.
If I time it right, the thunder breaks
When I open my mouth.
I want to tell you but I don’t know how.

I’m only honest when it rains,
An open book with a torn out page,
And my ink’s run out.
I want to love you but I don’t know how.

This song already gave me Maggie/Sanvers feels, but after last nights episode?

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

Neck Deep//Kick It

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