“It is the curse to search you in every person I meet, the curse with no cure”

“What should I feel after carving my bones? peeling off my skin? after sculpted my soul and damaging my fervour, just as the way you desire your appetite must be.Abandoned, forsaken, empty, perhaps..”

“It is the curse to search you in every person I meet, the curse with no cure”

“I wanted to leave marks or what?prints or blemishes? so when they track you, they'd know, i'd been there inside you, like an odour of your skin”