sleeping on hardwood floors to avoid familiar scents sketching dreams for a sign that anything holds meaning
[routine regret relapse] I shoved my fist down my throat [routine regret relapse] force fed myself false hope [routine regret relapse] my stomach rejected the sight of it [routine regret relapse] I threw up blood but refuse to quit
I'm obsessed with a reoccurring dream the one in which you slaughter me that hubristic smirk on your face leaves me wanting more, needing more if I am but a pawn in this game I'm honorably bestowed that fate consider me an unyielding slave I'm yours forever, my Liege