I think I can paint this world for you now. From decadence and disorderly life to death and blank slates. Something I own, expressed dearfully to you as if I have always owned it. Perhaps remembered by no one in the end, but for now, maybe even just a glimpse of light from the murk and more, just to prove it can exist. even if it fades within the hour.

Sincerly,
       Rosier.

Dear Death,

Couple days of ignorance, shining bliss. 


Let out of the clouds from the gates I opened beneath me. 


It is no easy task to achieve sanity through our fall, even more, to come back from sanity. 


I can't be normal, content with happiness, I have to change, I have to change the world with me. 


Dreams of being vomited from the crying tongued sky. So fast past the raindrops, they tear holes through my body, why should I care, I will hit the end regardless, as the open maw waiting at the bottom, eyes of teeth and black gullet mirror of the sky I fall through. 


Make everything I see the way I want to see it. 


unlike the rest of the people on this planet, 


Rose' and Roses