#1587

I guess I don’t have much to say
I’m just so goddamned tired
tired of a world that doesn’t give a shit
but expects me to give and give and give
a world that loves to suffocate
but expects me to breathe the ash and gas
and it feels like all I’m doing is
putting out fires
throwing money at problems
thinking about writing
which all amount to nothing at all
so I guess I don’t have much to say

#1586

“Haytham Motherfucking Kenway”

I just want to write
a haiku about Haytham
why is this so hard

he’s fucking badass
king of sass and murdering
what more do you want

he’s the kind of guy
who makes you want to switch sides
(sorry, Ezio)

like steel wrapped in silk
Assassin blood, Templar drive
do not fuck with him

just skip through Black Flag
go from AC3 to Rogue
Haytham FTW

problematic fave
I always love the villains
but can’t you see why?

not the best dad, sure
at least he passed on his sass
Connor, be grateful

#1585

Sure, they’ll call you King and God, but they’ll also call you Sacrifice. They’ll bring you gold and precious stones and perfumes, but where will they be when your hands are bleeding around cold iron? What good will all those pretty names do you when it comes time to produce a miracle out of stilled flesh? You’re only the prodigal son if you return from the darkness triumphant; otherwise you’re just another failed revolutionary who thought himself a prophet. Wouldn’t it be easier, then, to just stay gone and leave this world to fend for itself? Don’t you remember how heavy that crown is, beloved?

#1584

sometimes it feels like I am back on the other side of the mirror, palms pressed to the cold glass as I beg “thee to me, sister, thee to me” and it scares me, sure, but I know I pulled you through the glass once and I know I can do it again if it takes me a lifetime of chanting, because I may not be patient but I am stubborn as hell

#1582

Cigarettes and broken locks
I’ve loved you since I saw you
Fairy rings and guitar strings
I’ve loathed you since I met you

And I
I wanna tear the words out of your skin
I wanna give the wolves something to talk about
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Cherry lips and valentines
You pull me every way
Angel dust and razor rust
I push your thought away

And I
I wanna tear the words out of your skin
I wanna give the wolves something to talk about
Oh, oh, oh, oh

You wish on stars, I spit on karma
You sing love songs, I drink vodka
You’re as bright as the sun
I’m as sharp as the moon
We’re bad news, oh, we’re bad news
So why can’t I let this go?

And I
I wanna tear the words out of your skin
I wanna give the wolves something to talk about
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I wanna tear the words out of your skin
I wanna give the wolves something to talk about


I heard part of this song in a dream inspired (I assume) by this most recent Band vs Band page. Wrote the rest based on the emotions in the dream.

#1581

bare your neck
bare your teeth
sweat and blood
breath and heartbeat
tear flesh, dig bruises
swallow me down
gripping, gasping, gaining
surrender, release
brother dear
you are a beast
you are a monster
devour, destroy, consume your love
gunpowder lust
cannibal hunger
blood and semen, sweat and flesh
dear brother
brother dear
I just want to see you bleed
you look beautiful in red