The skin is cracking again, pour light, pour darkness and store all the pain. If the blood spills can I drink it from you? Crash my brain, release me ‘cause I don’t bear again this vomit in my mouth, this endless nausea, endless noise. If maybe happy, the smile is a needle in the corners of my mouth ready to be removed as well with you. If you’re alone and out in your own, I’ll appear to damage your soul, you can try tease me or flirt me, do justice to your being and cut all the strings, all the little details of pain that embraces myself into you. I’m smothered in your jacket, in your hands, in your breath let me relieve all this, just a knife into your skin.