i ran from my enemies for 500 years, & then one day, i stopped. so call it PRIDE or VANITY, but after the life that i've led, i refuse to driftoff into the sunset.
violent delights: a mix for murder couples.
the sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness. for the derelict pairs whose hands find each other’s skin with so much as a glance; entwined in sweat, blood, murder. “what’s the fun in fucking if i can’t try to kill you at least?” a present for hooking. ( listen / download )
