Your heart's so young and naive. 28 years young. My love; so pure and true... You look ghastly...
I would preach for the end of the world for you if I could. To save you truly from the purgatory and this never ending thunder storms.. But you like them anyway... Don't you?... Can't you see? Your heart's so beautiful. Impossible to describe with pins and needles or shimmery stardusts. Unspeakable even. Close your eyes. You'd see... You'd see in a heart beat... with a heart beat. Stop that hellish smiling, it's contagious and unearthly...
Confusions, simplicity, oblivion, darkness and vibrant colours all together... Where are we going from here?... You've been looking through a glass sphere to find me... I've been here all of your life, right beside you... Alone, lonely, patient... No. Hush your beak and listen to me... follow my way. Don't be a fool. You're fragile, vulnerable, lost and beautiful. Since when you became so beautiful? I can hear our demons singing and whispering ghoulish, morbid, grisly, blood-curdling that fearful acapella verse. All in once in chorus, then a guitar comes in deep down from it's grave with a haunting and hair-raising background melody for their verse... Listen... I don't know where we are... we're both hopeless. Bury your head into my chest. Close those windows with the fake imagery... Do you really need them? Let us both derail into minacious darkness... shall we, my beautiful moon-child?
-- Meet me at the end of the grimm's door with the red curtains on.
