I figure that fragile
I can not if all of these ripped
little by little
slow but full certainty .. beauty and coolness that I feel
What I have to keep doing this to find that peace?
for a piece of happiness that I never felt?
for a handful of beauty that is often forgotten about me?
whether I should continue to deceive myself?
that in fact I just figure that could never achieve happiness
I’d go to pieces
all I have done
even all that I have
the bawdy life chaotic
I willing for my sense of loyalty to her
but if I should not feel that?
WHY SHE CONTINUES TO LIMIT HERSELF NOW with me?
Cut off ALL FEEL ALL THAT EVER HAPPENED BEAUTIFUL
AM I MUST TRY TO DISAPPEAR?
IF ALL IS RESTRICTED TO ….
LET my BODY AND MORE MY BLOODY LIFE AND DEATH