Molotheus Von Kracht.
Ma armastan Sind.

Monster of mine. Indeed.

and

I could kill myself a billion times

and it still would not show what i feel.

But i dont really have to do anything 

to be dead 

cause whatever i do 

i just keep killing bits of me

I guess im such a sacrificial  statue

to all that is lost.

In the end everything i do is wrong.

The things i dont do 

even more so.

I wish i were a book so you could just read and get it.

the point where i stand.

I feel like im getting crushed by my own thinking.

Cause im that damn obvious.

If i only did not love you ever

I would be 

still loving you.

Cause I just do.

even if it hurts or kills me.

Here I am.

Alone.

Waiting for you to shout out my name.

So i could come.