On January 2, 2012
you desperately want to feel something
and I don’t want to feel anything.
I so much want to be a void
and you want to fill that void
with me.
Can’t you find a better way
while producing me
to not produce one more of self?
It won’t kill me if you make me blue:
the biggest stars shine blue,
the hottest flame appears like one too,
but can't you see that
you only feed my obsession
and there’s a difference between
love and the passion.
One thing is to love another
and other making up together
until make it a suicidal.
I can’t linger for all times
between fury fire and absolute ice.
I can’t take a fine balance over
or take a charge now or ever.
I said once that you should steer
my ship,
but honey, I realize you might not fit it.
It’s only for fun so you even aim
lame and not for me, love
is the same danger as the loaded gun.
You drain poison down my veins
playing games
and you'll be always contend
Just being the best support,
my darling swart
perfect-perfect friend.
