filter

and sometimes the blood he stares at, isn't his
he feigns death would come to take him soon
he fears karma for he has sinned

- edward elric fic
paper dolls have crepe for dresses

filter through glass they say, are the windows through your soul
filter filth flirt till your soul turns cold

"...where the music is free, slip gone until the dawn's gone with me"
- drew sidora