drown me with your pain
and love me with your eyes

live can be real simple
but at least we're still living

Days merging with nights.

Spending an eternity in a waking dream.

Stars shadowing the sun.

Moonlight showers us.

We’re drenched in shivers.

We’re breathing.

Filling our lungs, getting high on the night’s sky.

We are awake.

We are dreaming.

I take my tea with drops of melancholy.

A cigarette between my exhausted fingers.

I remember the day you wished that I was dead and you're the only one who saved me from the jaws of the hungry wolves.

I was a cowedly sheep stained with hatred and dowsed with remorse, waiting for anger to burn me up.

I had no idea I was living with the beast.


My soul is an inch away from non-existence.

The soles of my feet are decaying and I'm weak.

The fire is gone and I wonder what you'll do with my remaining ashes.


I will remain sinful and insane.

I still will remain regretful and tired.

I remain sculpting better strangers than my own loved ones.

Yes, I will remain living with the beast.

No, I won't come to you any more as my saviour, feeding me bowls of guilt.