I fear that you don't and won't understand that
No doesn't mean the sun must not push the moon away
for you love the embrace of the dusk so much
you would never want to imprison your breath once more.
No doesn't mean the storm has to step back
for you still are not ready for its visit.
Now there's anguish and pain and anguish yet again
that you so violently want to get rid of
for you do not know that
No doesn't mean I should be scared; not in the dark,
but in what could be lurking inside it.
No doesn't mean tear my skin off
for I want to know how passionate you want to explore
this land built for me and never for anybody else.
No doesn't mean my begs for mercy
are tunes that you have to play over and over
until there is no music that you can listen to.
No didn't have to be a case that needs solving.
Now it does.
Now you won't make amends with your conscience.
As if you have any.
Now, tell me,
How is the aftertaste of the dark, of the crime,
and of the withering body of a girl that's nowhere to be found?