"we remained here; locked.still.trapped in convictions. but before the night reached its zenith we slided into reverie.we fantasized how it'd feel to be alive. to shed blood. to commune our souls."
today is the right day for me to suppress jealousy and act right. play virtuous, tough, and perfect; clean slate without a single dust, in the brink of losing who i really am. tonight is the right time to play good-girl, because the next morning my inner devil will come to haunt you back. i am here but not exactly here; here i'm burning as your perfect little vermilion rose, with my petals blazing in golden flame. one day you'll have to step forward and lead me somewhere.
i can't retain this fake Basil/Dorian infatuation forever.
