I would take your wrath; gladly devour your poison, your venom.
I would adore your demons and kiss your scars. Tell me the story behind that tattoo.
Give me your scalding fire, your scathing hail, your scorching hand against my cheek.
Give me the worst of you and I promise I won't run.
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Suicide Sky (SS 1)
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING emotional exhibitionism; raw, unfortunate honesty. non-fiction. includes songs and significant lyrics. this is probably shit.
