So this is how it all ends: - KelleyAnn Elyse, Crusades (via tyaenesand)
Not with a shout but a whisper
The world curls in on itself, you put
The edges of the universe on the fritz
You take the battle in silence,
But I intend to win the war.
Press your bloody palms to your heart
You sew mouths shut with wires
There are stories that should never be told.
My veins were inktaps for the pages of history.
So I’ve learned let you go
like something cold and far gone. Because
It is far better to be feared than loved.
Lips, teeth, tongue, your instruments
Of a snarl – triumvirate of half forgotten things
That I once adored.
Darling, this is only the first of many.❞