volxtyle.

imaginativefacade:

☢█Ｔ．Ｄ．— Corrupted hues opened.

                                                                            And with no force.

  He pulled away, Maybe a smirk

                                                                 On his broken aspect.

 ❝Nice-❞

                                                                   How lovely did those delicate lips

 Felt against his own. 

                     _{—-Oh that broken smile.
                                           Shining through dim light and chaos.
                         A sin.
                                   Yet, she spoke… Tried to.
                                            ’ Coy—- Oddly so cocky. ’
                     An utterance of broken sentences. Same as she.
                                                 Stuck in this mad, ^mad world.}