i’ll crawl into your head at night. through your ears. with devil-controlled eyes. reaching your untouchable filth. the thrill of getting caught. mesmerized by your leaking thoughts.
i’ll scrape the walls of your brain. sneak behind your vision. control your puppet eyes. a grand demonstration of what no one else saw. remind you of why you wanted me out of your mind.
what a celebration of our devil-controlled eyes.
Photos by Rachel Lynch