pain fills me up from my stomach to my skull souffrance come une smoke thick and bleak and black or like food, not nutritious yet quite poison-like une illusion, ou pas?
pain fills me up untill i choke and burst throat shut, eyes burning something that's not welcome tu es disparu mais pas de moi en restant comme une partie d'âme unable to chase, unwilling to leave
pain fills me up ressemblant à le lierre ou le squelette de moi-même this time solid and trapping a cage borne into my flesh neither locks nor keys maybe a welcome addiction
love, now c'est une illusion une image que j'ai fait de toi maybe just out of nostalgia you had all the time to come i had all the time to heal yet the pain fills me up from the cracks you left
it came to me in english and french yet neither of them are my mother tongue, it doesn't make any sense, it's just me vomiting my mind, the result leaves quite a lot to be desires