the human condition is self entitlement. we wake up every morning feeling as if we deserve to breathe, as if we deserve to get out of bed and go about our day. every one of us concludes that we are deserving of the simplicities.















it feels better biting down.

i chew my lip to make it bleed. cause and effect. this gown i wear is nothing compared to what i feel inside. as mangled as i am on the surface, i know i'm a thousand times worse within. degenerate beauty queen.

it feels better biting down.

iridescent, transparent. i’m your little harlot, baby. i can see you looking at me. looking through my skin, my pretty hair. can you see that i have nothing beneath the surface? this is all i ever was and ever will be.

it feels better biting down.

why did you even fall for me. how? these walls are miles high around me. you shouldn’t be able to touch me. just leave me alone to die, baby. no, i’m quite sure that i’m perfectly okay.

it feels better biting down.

mon amour, me dire que je suis votre seule et unique. Me dire que je suis votre bébé. Je sais que vous êtes un mauvais, très mauvais homme. Faire de moi la vôtre au point où je ne peux pas me rappeler qui j'étais avant vous. Me faire oublier.

Il se sent mieux mordre vers le bas.
It feels better biting down.

i’m the image of deception.