I always question
love me for something else
little cold child
I don't feel anything anymore.
give me an existance
Why am I failing?
I dream too much, but
I am my own prison
I am bound
Will you love me
old woman, cruel fate
Or hate me
it is here that
my dreams are endless
of the black angel
morbid fantasy
it wont end
forever lost
it is oblivion waiting
it is madness and death
it's the end, farewell
Toujours... (Translated to English)
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