Status: We'll see
Devil in the Details
Beat backbones,
Grazed the poem and made it strange,
I wasn't born to be a skeleton.
Ryan thinks his dreams got stuck underneath his eyes, tangled in lost sleep and remnants of a day time mask. He'll never see them come to light, and they'll never be free from the web of fatigue that coats his being. He can't remember what they were, his dreams.
But he knows they weren't this.
Warnings: Self harm, BDD, anorexic tendencies, homosexual themes and concepts that may be disturbing to some audiences.
Grazed the poem and made it strange,
I wasn't born to be a skeleton.
Ryan thinks his dreams got stuck underneath his eyes, tangled in lost sleep and remnants of a day time mask. He'll never see them come to light, and they'll never be free from the web of fatigue that coats his being. He can't remember what they were, his dreams.
But he knows they weren't this.
Warnings: Self harm, BDD, anorexic tendencies, homosexual themes and concepts that may be disturbing to some audiences.