2nd in a row...I made a mistake by letting you inside myself one more time.
One last time, I said, how much can it hurt?
And yet, it doesn't.
What hurts is letting you out, ripping my skin.
Emptying me. To my last drop.
One more time. One too many times.
But my way of remembering is not through pictures,
words, thoughts. I lick my wounds, I heal my core
and feel my scars. Across my mind.
Through my own. Still breathing of you.
Your smell. My perfume.
Wicked sins of the living.
Those who think they cannot die.
Those who teach others how to live.
Those who know how to bleed.
But you my dear, you are a leech.
My teacher. And I love you for that.
For every essence you purge out of me.
As if I had so many to give.
How? How did I found you?
Or, did you found me?
It seems like we found each other.
Hungry of each other.
Again and again.
My last wish however, is to purge my sins.
To let you loose. And chain myself.
Dream of another place.
Worse. It should be worse tha that.
It has to be worse than that.
But just one more.
There's always time for more.
Before we go home.
Before we ende like lovers
and we cannot stand each other.
Before...
Mais, une autre chose mon cherie.
I was never yours.
So as you were never mine.
And that remains the same.
Forever.
No matter how much you beg.
No matter how full I am.
We'll never belong.
Who whould have thought?
Too much for so little.
A very profitable deal.
That, between me and you.
So you remember.
The pain you caused.
The scars you left.
The wuenching of your thirst.
Its all yours now.
Because of me.
Keep it. Close.
Very close.
It's me.
