we are good together. we are the greatest.
we are matching there where the shadows cross.
we get along definitely not somewhere on surface.
in the way how two bad kids can deliver their deal.

they would surely grab the sweets from the good ones,
but definitely share with each other and it's not trust.
or care. or attachment. it's kind of feeling the blood?
of being near someone, whom you can consider -
the man of your carass. of definitely your carass.

it's going to be good and long relation, i don't know how
to define it in front of people, but i have to think about
how probably i will define it in front of my brother, yes.
i know, i will get the approval no matter what it is, yet.
definitions should be giving as well.

love, i will see you hitting on people, taking away sweets
from good girls and showing me that side of yours where
you can care and be attached. and bring me those sweets.
i love the way, you lie. you're beautifully decayed in that.
it's nice we have met now, you know. it's way too nice.

i was needing someone like you when all of them are backing away.
i knew, they would have their scars to be not wanting to stay forever.
i need someone, who will be my blood and not care about something
stupid enough to shake his loyalty. or just wish to stay by my side.

i need that, night. i need you.
that shadow, i could speak my dark and dangerous side to.
that shadow, who can accept my old and tremendous self.
who will meet me halfway in refined cruel sex, laughing at
moral side of people and drinking the hot tea in the castles.
who will take my hand when i will be about to cross the line.

that was good, we met. i needed this balance all along.