Why

Do you remember how that old weapon makes you feel? When a moaning girl came at your door, upsetting your will of dying. She reminded you of someone that you prefered to forget. She came in your room, she start unwearing herself, and showing her body naked, and start caressing you. As you kissed her lips, I swear, something break the silence in your head. Yes, for long days you were crying inside, without tears, for the unbearable silence and loneliness and bareness in your head. But once that fucking hunny lips touched yuor neck, well, you knew what they expected you to do.

Breaking thru her body, insight, inside, breaking the noise with your knife, inside, inside, a see-thru show, her body pleasing for your love, your eyes pleasing for her mercy. Have you ever been frightened by your reflex in the mirror? Have you ever feared your shadow?

Mercy...

Circling thru your mind, what does it mean? when nobody cares about your fears, and nobody wants to hear you complain, about what you were supposed to rip from life. Does your desire seem accomplished? Does your wish look like fulfilled? Does your voice seem to be heard by someone but you? Do you like to hurt your eyes with vision of love and dread? and fear and shudders and fevers and nightmares and... why do you sleep alone?

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