I don't think I can go on
no, not anymore mon cheri.
therein lie a hole that appears to bore and burn my entire existence.
How could I dare steal another breath?
Demons whisper desires upon the rim of my ear
Do you know what they say?

To not feel alive is to jump into the roaring sea, unafraid.
To feel alive is to pull the trigger, blindfolded.
I am incapable of either for I chose to feel everything at once.
A curse I regret to inform you
I would never take back
because to feel everything mon cheri
is to feel you, here, your love, this.