Morbidly beautiful

Morbidly beautiful

I find a haunting beauty in the morbid, a strange comfort in the inevitable. I dream of the day death comes to me, his arms outstretched, ready to pull me into his warm, eternal embrace. In sadness, I find solace; in hatred, I uncover love. Even in the fire of my anger, I discover passion, burning fiercely and unapologetically. 

 There is harmony in the chaos of my emotions, a quiet understanding of the darkness that dwells within me. It is not despair I seek, but a truth, raw and unfiltered, that reminds me I am alive. Through it all, I embrace every shadow, every jagged edge—because in their sharpness, I see my own reflection.