Facade

imagine the destruction i could cause with a high speed camera. so aesthetically pleasing.

giving your heart would cause much less destruction than having it stolen, one would assume.

i'm finding beauty in destruction, in complete obliteration of everything held dear.

i don't think i could see your facade any clearer if it were made of glass.

all i want to do is punch a bullet through it with the force of a thousand guns.

so i do.

and i see you for who you are.

i see, myself.