His last words were "La tristesse durera toujours", French for "the sadness wil last forever".

Most species Bare their teeth As a threat As a display Of aggression Of leadership
It is a reminder That these Clenched jaws Can and will Open your Yielding throat
I want you to think of this The next time I smile.

With the sweet taste of wine on my lips
And a pale skull filled with vision
Desires transformed to compulsion
My being, by fire, transfixed

Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend.
-I fear to stain your clothes with blood.
Stain them, I don't care.

You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets.

You are at war, even in your dreams.

You must want very much to die.You look like a trapped animal.

I JUST WANNA GET OFF SOCIAL MEDIA THROW MY PHONE AWAY AND GO LIVE IN THE WOODS
BUT I need TO LOOK AT IMAGES