I do all I can to help. When you took me, you should have realised I'm only mortal. Each tear, that descends from me. Contains misery.

Do you feel sorrow? Kknowing you caused it? Or do you not know what you have done?

I know now...your love for me is the most abject of its kind. I asphyxiate on it.

Wishing for you to be my catharsis. Knowing it will never be. I'm living in a celluloid dream.

Trying to fake our enmity. Yet eradicating ourselves. Enthralled in our desire.

I know my feelings must yield. I'm not ready to incinerate them yet.

Because you can't see the suffering you cause. You are inanimate. I wish to be raptured.