My heart feels the joy that waits for me,
I think you we're really born for insanity.
I'm sitting now behind my cruelty,
Screaming out names to devote what's for me.
In darkish eyes, you were really be with me,
And now I'm inviting you in my empathy.
Mosquitoes drink the wounded pierce;
And it's describing your true feeling for me.
Casket for the scars that can keeps you flesh;
Flesh as the silence of night over thinking of you.
I'll never dream to die because of loving you,
Precisely, Death was truly the passion of me.
Hands of novelty from you that I'm still holding;
Even I'm with not you, my mind can illustrate you.
Now I'm contented because you are mine,
And you continually note me as your story.
