many desires
thoughts are getting darker
you stand at the window
and ask me
you are afraid to become
like me
you are the only thing killing me
the silence with him and the feeling
you stand at the window
and ask me
thoughts are getting darker
there are many desires
I am so sad
that I don't get to
fulfill them
when I look back
I understand what an idiot I was and what
I have become
it is probably better not to communicate with anyone
many desires
thoughts are getting darker
Ketchup generously packaging
Ketchup generously warhead
You are a stupid pilot