WITHOUT YOUR BREATH
Everything is dark without you only the shadows screaming. Everything is strange without you everything is intimidate, adverse. Everything is sable. I miss your breath which close me round, which feed me of it’s purity. Without you every moment is a torment and there is no way out. I feel that there is no way out. I cut, I’m cuting out my own heart and I put it to your picture to prove that you are in my heart by my choice. I write on the walls with my blood: I love you. I write on the walls with my own blood that I love you, only you, always and forever, the only one, the loveliest, the best I ever known. When my blood run away and leak through the door, I’ll say my last whispers with pleasure, thank you for being with me, I bless you my darling. Only the fantasy of the moment keeps me alive, the moment when you’re here |
