Liightning

Even though I know that it's a sweet trap, Without resisting the curiosity of temptation... The curse binds me tight enough to be able to yearn for it. Enchanted by the fruit of love... If the darkness of annihilation is to be my desire,then my hands will obey it. Even if I'm to desire the darkness of silence, I will present it. And my purest thoughts degrade Into a tender yet cruel puppet.

You let yourself get lost in his emotions, Then give up yourselves, Sailing and exploring, tracing the horizon, On a monotony curve, And the best feelings are those that get us fall down, Like what ... even love becomes more than a verb ...