Oh love love love, you will see me to my death bed, and you will laugh at my suffering.
‘Love’… it’s a lie.
On days like this – the whole world is a lie.
There is this melody that my heart preserves, and has chanted since my somber birth. Like a fond memory of before this place, it sings and sings of death.
There is a little death in goodbye – a little bit of murder.
We swallowed love in flames. We hung ourselves in fire.