Never shall you or anyone else but my sweet, surreptitious self of shy, sly and swiftly switching shares and eternal exchanges made quickly between our desperate mouths, ever invisibly in their unending night to end all other nights, never shall you, or I, never shall any one understand me, as I understand you, them, this, that, those, they...
Never shall you understand me as I do not either, though I understand your sweet self and everyone else residing upon this shattered, sacred, murdered and massacred earthly ground of Death.
Never shall I be understood, never more and never after - for my sweet, my bastardising bastard of a brutally beaten, blood-splattered and bruise-ridden lovers' lover - I am never to be understood, for I am nothing, no one, no thing at all, I am no thing to be understood.
Try as you might, attempt, endeavour and set your sweet, fragile heart upon the determined path towards my eternal perfecting perfection.
Try as you might, attempt it at your own sweet and etnerally free will you shall never understand me - for you speak no language of love, just the laughter of lager, therefore, my love, my heart shall no longer be yours, my hand no longer grasped warmly between your deathly white teeth.
So, I am no one, nothing, nobody, for tonight all alone. I am no one and because of this, there is nothing left in my world of unworldly words to comprehend, understand, analyse and absorb all the facts are here, ici, laid bare, naked, trembling and exposed only three, four facts.
These are the only true, truthful truths of my life and love and eternally bittersweet laughter...
First, my loving lover's lying lie of sheer falasy. My hand, held in your own happy one is nothing but the dead wind's whispered caress, my heart is a cheap, crumling, cliched mound of sweet, sooty black coal. And with this, my words and my whims are all I have.
Never shall you understand me as I do not either, though I understand your sweet self and everyone else residing upon this shattered, sacred, murdered and massacred earthly ground of Death.
Never shall I be understood, never more and never after - for my sweet, my bastardising bastard of a brutally beaten, blood-splattered and bruise-ridden lovers' lover - I am never to be understood, for I am nothing, no one, no thing at all, I am no thing to be understood.
Try as you might, attempt, endeavour and set your sweet, fragile heart upon the determined path towards my eternal perfecting perfection.
Try as you might, attempt it at your own sweet and etnerally free will you shall never understand me - for you speak no language of love, just the laughter of lager, therefore, my love, my heart shall no longer be yours, my hand no longer grasped warmly between your deathly white teeth.
So, I am no one, nothing, nobody, for tonight all alone. I am no one and because of this, there is nothing left in my world of unworldly words to comprehend, understand, analyse and absorb all the facts are here, ici, laid bare, naked, trembling and exposed only three, four facts.
These are the only true, truthful truths of my life and love and eternally bittersweet laughter...
First, my loving lover's lying lie of sheer falasy. My hand, held in your own happy one is nothing but the dead wind's whispered caress, my heart is a cheap, crumling, cliched mound of sweet, sooty black coal. And with this, my words and my whims are all I have.
