Ashtray
0001
"Ribs are but a cage for the organ us humans seems to center ourselves around."
Vincent nods, hand trailing up to his own ribs - proud and prominent, arching like the gateway to some grand hall. Sidney wants in that hall. He imagines the grandeur of veins, the aesthetic slopes of strained flesh and a heart - only just pumping, anchored by chains of vein.
Sidney smiles like a ghost and he doesn't care - because at least he doesn't smile like someone who should be there isn't. Vincent looks empty and vulnerable, but dead at the same time.
His corpse would be beautiful.
"I think... I think love is a trick."
Vincent nails dig into ribs, previous scars parading his self destruction to the world.
"They'll lie and lie and lie and lie..."
The smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Then they'll leave."
Blood rises, falls, drowns his skin.
"And you're not sure if the air you breathe is worth it."
Sidney wants in that fucking train wreck.
Vincent nods, hand trailing up to his own ribs - proud and prominent, arching like the gateway to some grand hall. Sidney wants in that hall. He imagines the grandeur of veins, the aesthetic slopes of strained flesh and a heart - only just pumping, anchored by chains of vein.
Sidney smiles like a ghost and he doesn't care - because at least he doesn't smile like someone who should be there isn't. Vincent looks empty and vulnerable, but dead at the same time.
His corpse would be beautiful.
"I think... I think love is a trick."
Vincent nails dig into ribs, previous scars parading his self destruction to the world.
"They'll lie and lie and lie and lie..."
The smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Then they'll leave."
Blood rises, falls, drowns his skin.
"And you're not sure if the air you breathe is worth it."
Sidney wants in that fucking train wreck.