THE LOST ART OF MURDER
VOL i, LOVE OR DEATH

he was dead anyway, a ghost.
i'm surprised i saw his hand at all.

because you are weak and hollow
and it doesn't matter anymore.

this is where the evening splits in half,
henry, love or death. grab an end, pull hard,
and make a wish.

i'll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor,
your morgue and final resting, walking around
with this bullet inside me like the bullet was
already there, like it's been waiting inside me
the whole time.

AN: all quotes are by the wonderful richard siken. the moodboards were made by the lovely lauren ily, and the gifs were made by me. have a gr8 day everyone and get ready to have your hearts broken  <333