i can't be complaining ever,
but that's the point where i can't held the conversations
like this towards you. not cos they're greatly decayed.
we are both beautifully immoral and tangled within ones.

i don't know.
maybe cos i eternally love you, i can't let you be burned.
it hurts sometimes, you know. it's a cruel path sometimes.
where M means, you actually give yourself away for that.
not always practically, but in this or other way.

i love it much, but no way i will be doing it towards you.
there's something very human in it, almost that wretched.
watching a decay part, we associate with that absolutely.

close your eyes on this shadow of mine.
i am fallen way too much, yet i am standing that high.
maybe, there should be a reason why i can't let it go.

...

that was lovely, actually.