You know the needle of that tattoo machine would pierce right through your skin leaving you with a painful, yet beautiful scar... you still ask for it.. to make your empty soul feel beautiful. Also, because you deserve that pain.
You know that being lonely brings back haunting memories of your past and sins... you still long for it... to punish yourself persistently.
There are times when I long for a quick death, and there are times when I feel I deserve to suffer slowly... living with an insane mind for a long time is what serves me best.
When I turn to dust, my powdery remains will be sprinkled across the ocean... you'll find them floating on the turbulent waters and crashing on the rocks every moonless night... struggling to dissolve into the angry tidal waves that once resembled my singed, unhinged mind.
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