Oh—and I feel fatigue crawling through my veins,
it’s the sickness that comes only by unrequited love,
wishing and wanting, breaking and hoping;
tasting the scent of blood deep inside my mouth.
Faint! I feel devastated, my head is swarming
with moths
where there should be butterflies.
And oh—how I miss those sweet hours
of flyaway dreams!
No more monochromatic pictures inside my head,
no more composure; invasion of lusts
that can never be pacified
fill my head with sawdust and rust.
Please, come return my love,
be my anesthetic;
Bring my peaceful sleep!
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