What sort of relation do you have with us?
There is a question for you man…
….there is a strong thing between my legs…., …. that is devil?
And the thing I hide in my chest….,…that is God?
I am compassion…., the things you love to do, but, you are convinced…, you should not do them….
In your world my work comes after your work...
Are you the master of the dark?
I am the son of the morning?
You weakened me…
Deep inside you…, you love me…, you love me very much.
You are wrong…
Maybe.., maybe I am wrong.
I do not want to see you again….
You need me, you can not do it without me…, and you need my help, my support…
You are wrong…
Maybe.., maybe I am wrong.
What sort of relation do we have with you?
I love you.
Can I see your face?
Look at the mirror.
No comments:
Post a Comment