I'd rather waste some time with you
than die with you...

If it weren't for the scars
I wouldn't remember...

It would be nice to slit your throat,
just a little bit...

I want to hold your shaking hands,
caress them 'till they stop...

We're close on the chair
your arms around me...

May your travels take you many places,
may you do great things...

Eloquence
and the...

Lying next to him in sheets of black
the contrast to his skin amazes...

It's feeling but
without the pain...

Face away
smile at me...

I can't feel as the nails scrape into my skin,
I can't feel the flesh part...

First forget me
then regret me...