lilysketcher

there are demons in your eyes, darling; fall asleep listening to their screams, fall asleep tracing your ribcage and wonder if maybe your heart is a ghost, maybe your heart is haunting someone, somewhere. fall asleep and dream of needles prodding at your mind, pulling out the weeds as if your mind was a garden, your mind is a garden but once the weeds are gone, there is nothing but dirt; dirt and worms and nightmares and screams. dream of fingers shoved down your throat, and they have found your heart and your heart is not a ghost, no, your heart is alive, because the fingers are clawing your heart and it hurts like fingernails o