I can draw my shadow in the dark.
I can be the melancholic guy and sink in the ink of selfless love.
I draw, I sync, I drop.
I drop off the cliff.
I sync with her rhythm.
I draw our love that never ends.
i could have just been two bodies,
identical from inside out,
i have fallen for my own self,
there is no one else in between me and me,
who ever is, is just a trespasser,
for the physical need,
i don’t love anyone else than me,
i want to sleep next to me,
i want to smooch my own lips,
i feel myself, in the mirror,
so close, so deep,
i could even feel him touching me,
always with me, in my own body,
am a slave of my own disaster,
am wonderstruck and am very immature,
i am married to my own soul,
i am bound to my egos, to my thoughts,
to my own flesh, to my own howl,
and the desire has aroused to a different height,
i feel like am bleeding for my own body,
to spent all my life with that desire to sleep next to me,
i want those countless nights with me to owe me,
i can simulate the night, the pleasure, the sense,
of being tore apart with my own bones,
crushing my own veins and be ferociously wild with my own meat,
and live long.
i breathe and it stays as meteorite crash site.