suddenly, I admit – this type of attraction nobody shared to me.
and that within a scene being torn by coldness, lies and theft.
It would teased me to watch as he would die, but wouldn’t.
I could be more of just voyeur, I could abuse that kind.
Receiving his way empathy is such a madness. I hate to have thoughts that I’d like to recieve. I have no problems attracting him or had made him survive, but I have one being very first time accepting to have got one infatuated to me.
And to break his will with my wish to die is almost like telling him, to watch out for me to not die, like a brother I never heard concerned of my cries.