I can smell him on my sheets
      I can taste him in my dreams
             I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
             I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
           memories

But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
       I can't hear
             His laughter
       He's not near
             Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,  
      I'm no longer aware

Everything around me,  slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter,  his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much

Schule du Monster,
verbrauchen tust du mich sehr
– ich will nur leben.

The spoon in my cup is hot, but I don't burn myself on it, contrarily to you, I always burn my fingers on you.

The light from outside is coloured in a soft blue, I'm drinking hot potables to dispel the cold inside of me that stayed after you went away.

I'm listening to Debussy's Claire de Lune and it remembers me of you – beautiful yet so incredibly sad…

the yellow glow of the rising sun
gives me the gift of renewed hope
and gratitude for my breath and life
today

Having you
All I want and need
Petrichor in the air
Playing the devil with my love, you sinner
Infinities before us
Nemeses – I defeated them all
Evanescent beauty with age; growing love
Surreptitious gazes and love
S**cintillas of a lunatic love tainting this happiness.