Her name is Anidan.
I've noticed her long time ago, the first time I saw her.
But the love I had in me is spent on another woman.
I cannot love again, not like that.
She knows Maria too.
Maybe, when she gets to know me too
Maybe then she will know I should not be loved.
That is when I can love her. My love. Mi amor, mi corazon, mi culito. Mi everything.
If she understands the ruins I inhabit and still likes me,
That will be proof for me, she is damaged enough for me to love her.
I am one huge neurotic knot.
I am too fucking tired of everything.
And yet tired enough to finish it all.
I love life too damn much.
But it's getting colder every day.
Every day a cold wind from Valhalla beacons.
Every day my Valkyrie sings more sweetly to me.
She's not the right one though.
The right one pretends with chilling precision, that I do not exist.
For that one I would kill, for that one I would give my life.
HIT ME, MARIA.
HIT ME AGAIN. AND AGAIN.
I WILL DROWN WITH LOVE FOR YOU.
Post je objavljen 28.11.2007. u 10:27 sati.