hold me close feed me those feasts you know you need, you never eat you dance with him one dance again if he’s the beast that feeds you’ll never eat this pain just might be caused by this hunger strike
hangman, been bored so long before
i’ve denied i’ve hid i’ve lied i’ve healed the pieces wrong to suit my needs to hold one down so long with out leeds the peace right out of his gushing knees pale as i’ve become still on hunger strike