(e.j.p)

i'm slightly broken, crushed, more void then human. liquid fills the cracks, smoke blurres the lines, music shake the pieces. bathroom tiles hazy, light flickering to the beat of my heart, and i swear i see him. behind me with the red eyes and a killing pin between his lips. cracked hands running through my hair, smiling at me like every part of his shattered soul were lying in my hands. bathroom tiles still hazy, light still flickering, heart still beating. he has my soul, too