It’s not about pleasure,
Love is about peace.
Pure understanding of two naked souls standing in front of each other.
The ultimate good becomes ultimate evil seen through the eyes of a blind man.
What do you believe in?
Just strip this shit out of your soul and speak!
Am I going to lose what I never had?
Or do I have what I’m about to lose?
And, by the way, FUCK YOU TOO!
And if I lose control I hope you burn in hell next to me!
Cliché after cliché, just like a classical tragedy.
However, it’s so close to the comedy.
And my life turns into one so often.
And my smile turns into a bilge well for my tears.
And you can laugh as much as you want, ’cause it’s funny.
And I like it.
And, no matter it seems I don’t care, I actually love it.