I want your quiet, your screaming and thrashing
The salt on your lips and the hands that god gave you
I want your violence, your silent sedation
Your moon eyes, your telescope, morbid fixation
I want your pyro, your born-again virgin
Your hands on my insides, your fingertips crawling in
I want your Jesus, your suicide mission
Your lips on the microphone, soft disposition
I want your parties, the shark in your water
The scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over
I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow
The sweat on your palms and the surveillance shadow
I want your secrets, your clementine fields
The ropes that you climb up, the parts that don’t heal
I want your safe word, your passive resistance
The sickness you foster, your favourite addictions
I want your nightmares, the ghost in your doorway
Your paralyzed sleep and your ...
I want you butterfly, I want you sailor
I am your lover and I am your jailor
Reposted, because Tumblr decided to terminate my other account 🙄 Some sketches I did, using screenshots from early seasons as references. Botched angles and proportions but ehh, it's not as much for "serious" practice as for fun. I want to try to do some pose next, to break away from just referencing what's already in the show.