thedeadutante

dollface your cracking porcelain chipping away eyes stuck on looking down rosy cheeks turn dim- I always knew I'd grow out of dolls. Replacing you with cigarettes and cheap thrills Innocence can only get old dollface.

verging upon spontaeous combustion sprint to the door escaping the reality of conflicting beats pumping through ventricles lazy lips don't lie they stumble across unknown dialogue deconstructing characteristics that might match theirs skies encoded with clouds demolish human desires and dedicate my intentions to my emotions