You struck her with an arrow and she bled willingly. Crimson-painted skin never looked… Hadn’t you known you revived her. Hadn’t you known you killed her.
In joy, in anguish, in sorrow I drown myself Every vain aching My heart burning Such soothing sensation
It was never for us the meeting between lips under flo… or sharing steaming coffee in post… or holding hands Only stolen stares
