Not yet the time to say I can't, not the more so to wrap it up. No matter how badly screwed up the start to everything was, I'll be making sure it'll end up finished, beautifully.

Head versus heart. Make or break. Tell me more.

I'd say it's worth it, the sores and aches this time. So obscure, as the erosion of time almost erased any possibilities of a recovery. But now, I could almost hear every single pulsation of the heart within me, each beat almost ready to burst to life. Break, insecurities, temporal satisfaction. I'm ready to fight for what I have.

We'll break the silence of the night,
without even switching on a light.
Just the remote, me and you
On the couch, I'll make the kill.
Slightly above my belly you lay,
sweet pleasures we had to hide when it's day.
Brightly coloured sleeping pills,
marshmallows, that I'll feed you with, sweet love.
We'd gladly die of love's sweetness overdose.

Heartwrenching. It really felt as though my insides were twisted and mashed up. These two years really brought me closer to reality. So dark, so am I too close for comfort?

I'll bridge the chasms,
conceal the recluse within.
Penetrate my stratosphere, I'm open
closed, you won't get your hands on anything.
Nothing closer, at all.

Constricted, restricted
Now I'm choking, asphyxiating.
Not autoerotic asphyxiation this time round,
dirty thoughts should be out with
you in my mind now.
But,

Sometimes it would just be connecting the dots,
from your polka-dotted black velvet dress.
Yet at other times, I'll be dreaming, dazing
mauvais rêve.
Whose shoulders will your dainty head rest on,
Surely it wouldn't be mine.
That's all I need to know.