I don’t care to see the real You. I don’t mean to own You
The Truth in your darkness
and the sexiness of your passionate Character
are the highest skies I’ve ever flown through
At the sight of your Mask, my Soul dyes in bliss
It’s growing inside, the Lust, the I Want’s
But it is not your Face I am trying to reach
I demand You to let me drown in the emptiness of your words
I crave to creep into the obscenity of the Nothing
That You, oh, so kindly offer to World
A Nothing, that may be nought for Them, and still I yearn to own
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