mereychica

I am god of everything that is me. Everything that I breathe, everything that I bleed. I see the blood on your hands, in the sin of my scars, and I pardon you. I see the blood on my hands, in the sin of your scars, and I pardon myself. In the end, the only blood ever bled was my own, the only soul to pardon was my own. I close one eye and reach for you, only a dilusion. Only can I see you now in dreams and thoughts of paradise. The uncontrolable urge to control you overwhelms me, like a tiny microscopic desease infesting my blood stream, reaching in, and digging through my everything, crawling through my mind, my brain, my thoughts, latching