glass broke in my hand.
blood spilled,
wetting the black lace bra i bought in Venice
to remind me of the life i lost staring out the window

nights like these,
i float through reality
turning off the sounds and sights
just me and the wind, silently living

my black bra is soaked through
i have to throw it in the wash
there’s nothing else i want to wear
so tonight, my neighbours saw my *******.

And then everything ceases
And it’s silent
And my ears bleed
And my soul dies
Because the voices scream
Louder than the sky whispering
The date I sold my soul
To the Devil

Un jour, ton corp s’éteindra.
Mais ton âme, à jamais emprisonné dans mon coeur,
Sera comme une étoile,
Aussi brillante que la nuit sans nuages.

I built a garden
Out of my own hands.
Planted seeds,
Watched them grow.
And when they bloomed,
I hacked them down.
Because they were prettier
Than you.

you were a rare specimen,

i wanted to catch you with my words,

paralyze you with my gaze,

dissect you with my tongue,

and stuff you with my love,

i wanted to keep you as a trophy,

but you were wild, and i was eccentric.

There's something so majestic
About holding a knife in the dead of the night

Devilish boy,
Breathe me in
And I'll lick your knife.