sa morte niedda

Well!!! How's it going, dude? Vermillion She seems dressed in all the circles of light… of past fates So fragile, still so little visible - she keeps seeing Warm hands crushing her temples and my chest The night arrives in which she will stay at home – forever Oh… She is the only one who makes me feel sad She is everything and more, solemn and hypnotic My dahlia, soaked in possessions – she is my home I get nervous, perverse; when I see her, it’s worse But the stress is amazing Now or never, she has arrived home – forever Oh… She is the only one who makes me feel sad Hard to say how she captures my attention Obsessive and crazy – aphid attraction (= insect, fruit parasite) Carves my name onto my face – to recognize me A such revered pheromone to terrorize me I won’t leave this safe place built inside me… I am a slave and I am a master I have no control and I am a reckless collector I exist through need – to compel She is something inside me – which I despise I won’t leave this safe place built inside me… She is not real – I cannot make her real