I kiss the hand of my Destroyer.

i can't breath properly anymore. what is this that i don't feel any longer? is it love? is it remorse? is it nothing at all? i feel like a shadow. stay out of the shadows. they are lethal because shadows can't be loved so they are full of nothing. they are empty and long to be filled with intense glances and meaningful words. my non-existent curls go up and down. steady girls, let's just run.