Pleasure is nothing else but the intermission of pain
So love is when your bodyache
heartbeat like a thunderstorm
And when you are getting closer
I will disguise,
But the damage was already done.
Will you hit harder this time? A punch, a slap?
I came just for the violnce, addicted to the deep tender of this tourture
Feelings expired yet agony lasts for ever .
You are haunting me whenever the echo of my soul crosses my mind,
the sorrow is sore, ive never felt more awake.
Ive mistaken you for my oxygen.
But truth is, poisin could to be found
There is no forgivness there is no redemption
just empty spaces inside me lurking and craving for another suffering.