Rahsputin - Zephyr
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me: *breaks down crying in the privacy of my own home*
my brain: you’re faking your emotions for attention. you’re just doing this because you think it makes for a cool personal narrative
colors in my thighs
the restricting feeling on my chest is so good i can barely breathe but its so good
running my hands down a smooth smooth surface crying quietly inside
"how do you feel?"
i feel more than i can explain
the pure joy is incomprehensible youll never understand but he will he understands
okay here me out....
horror by famine
youve been sitting in my drafts for five months six days
rotting away hoping i can fix you make you worthy for the eyes
but you never will youll sit and decay your bones turn to dust as i cant remember the title cant remember the last word not even the first
take your rotten words let me know that it was a mistake to create the ugly poem youve become
theres no words left to say
but its cruel of me like a mother to a daughter
i love you but i dont like you