Крылья лезут из спины/ Как дерьмо из зада/ Я убийца Сатаны/ Разрушитель Ада.
You're just lying on your bed, not capable to move, to smile even, overwhelmed by this emotion inside you.
Like there's a black hole made of sincerity, longing, love and happiness somewhere under your ribs.
Like here it is, this one time you are actually have this exclusive right to be really and totally fine.
Feeling like a young and free angel, spreading his wings for the first time.

@темы: бабочки любят кровищу©, things that actually happened., [winter 2014-2015]