Still I want you, but not for your devil side, not for your haunted life, just for you
. So tell me why I deal with your devil side, I deal with your dangerous mind, but never with you ?
Who's gonna save you now ?
Who's gonna save you now that I'm gone ?
she is the first beautiful thing you have seen in a long time. in a world of gunpowder and bullet holes, she is like a breath of fresh air. it doesn’t matter if it’s true or not anymore, you would’ve looked God in the eye and said the exact same thing : not. guilty. two.
“you’re not a monster,” she says. “you’re not.” three.
when did a gunshot become your hail mary? when did the trigger become your prayer? four.
you can paint masterpieces with the blood that you’ve spilled, it’s all over your hands, you’re wading in it, a cesspool of all your sins, and she is nearing the edge
, that pale skin of hers ready to be stained.