so you ·······

scratch and taste my dear....
scratch
and
taste

the bittersweet taste of the liquid that used to flow through your veins
the one flooding your grave

the one in wich you've drowned
the only one you've ever loved more than you love yourself



senslesness
absolut lethargy

a total sense of having none
that is exactly how you feel

the fireflyes are gone
you are only left in red

dying misserably...
all alone
with only your thoughts of you

again just pain
the one thing that can trust in you

is not pain, the only thing that can be trusted?