It's time for me to get familiar with the everlasting soundtrack of my very own perpetrators.
These perpetrators that are nothing but my own sickened creations. Like drunken satellites they follow me down my path. Oh wonderful traveling companions, why are you linger there in the darkness like lumpy shooting stars? Deprived of every light you bore me to death. But whatever I'm doing, even though I tried so many times to provoke your maniac fury you don't seem able to kill me.
Strange orbits of my inner wounds, why don't you leave all this betrayed agony behind and start fighting me? Come on! Spit on me. Grab a hold of me and tear me apart. Make me forget that you offended me, how you defeated me. Make me never hear a whispered sound of your corrupted lullaby again. Split my eyes wide open and cover them with your false sense of an ending. Turn all my empty words into enemies and show me how it's all my fault. Then admit myself one last thought of shame before you crack my stupid bones in this hollow house of giants.
I suggest that until you truly commit yourself to the purpose of this game we could act like we had never met.
Like we did all we could.
So, before I start repeating myself all over again, I could give Ms. Frankie a listen, or two...
[ Too Young - Forerunner of her upcoming album Please Don't Give Me What I Want, to be released on 28/09/2012]
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