a kiss in the shape of a bullet
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
the more i give to you the more i die
and i want you
Is this what love is? This all-consuming, burning fire that engulfs everything bad and everything good and leaves a bare-scraped, naked and vulnerable wasteland when it's all over.
Ruki can't love in moderate doses. It's always passionate, intense, crazy, chaotic, completely insane. Ruki is hard to be around, hard to be with, hard to live with, hard to love and hard to hate. He knows he is sucking away at Reita's soul and life, but he can't slow down because slowing down means nothing but death to him and if there is anything he fears it's just death.
i only beat you when i'm drunk, you're only pretty when you're crying
Sometimes Reita hates. Alcohol makes his hate stronger and it makes him do things he really shouldn't. It feels like his hands are not a part of him then, even though he can clearly feel the dull ache in his knuckles, the stinging in his palms, the sticky feeling of blood and the softness of Ruki's skin.
Ruki never asks why. Sometimes he fights back – screaming and kicking and hitting and insulting. Sometimes he doesn't even react. He just looks at Reita with accusing eyes and Reita thinks that's the worst. Sometimes he cries and Reita loves him. Because then he can comfort, kiss away the tears and promise he won't ever do it again even though they both know that's a lie. Ruki's hopeful smile through the tears is the most beautiful thing Reita has ever seen and that's why he keeps doing it and that's why he's glad Ruki never asks him why.
your sins are killing you and you can bet they'll get me too
The room is twisting, spinning and everything feels like it's upside down, like he's on some insane carousel from hell. The noises around him sounds like screams and the faces he's seeing are disfigured and distorted and he cannot breathe. In the blurry room he can see Ruki and Ruki is smiling, but it's not beautiful and Reita knows that what is coursing through his veins is not alcohol. The smell of death is strong as he falls.
Alice has fallen down the rabbit hole and this time she won't wake up because this nightmare is reality.