Not sickly romantic. Not stupidly in love. Not sweet flying dreamer.
No longer all that useless garbage combo. Feet on the shitty ground, at last.
Throw away every idea you had about love at the time you let the ashes fall down from your cigarrette.
Drink my deep vengeance as the hot coffee burns your frozen throat, from frozen body, frozen heart.
I'll be there when the earthquake make it collapse, and I'll make sure to enjoy it to the last drop.
Indifference & Lust are both visible on my pupil and cornea. Pull my optical nerves to prove it.
Hello my dearest selfish bastard, I'm a neverending dying stomachache.
Theater curtains fall.