Dear Mr. Razorblade, you have caused all the scars that’ll never fade. I have a love-hate relati... Dear Mr. Razorblade, you have caused all the scars that’ll never fade. I hav...

It's like screaming but every screech is acid. It's like crying but every tear is a blade. I... It's like screaming but every screech is acid. It's like crying but every te...

Neither her breath remained nor did her heart beat again What remained were some bits of pape... Neither her breath remained nor did her heart beat again What remained we...

The blood dripping off his hand when it was slit through by a blade brought him relief. The blood dripping off his hand when it was slit through by a blade brought him ...

The poem describes the fantasy of love and compares to Halo. The poem describes the fantasy of love and compares to Halo.

We talk like friends. I don't know who she is. But at this moment. She's my reason to liv... We talk like friends. I don't know who she is. But at this moment. Sh...