You’ve drank my blood
and tasted my flesh.
Tell me – to what extend does love resurrect you?
Why is it so easy for you to take me..
scramble me..
like a piece of paper..
and then throw me.
Why where my feet paralized under the purple sky,
and my mind blanc as you ripped my heart from my chest?
Why am I letting this happen again?
and again?
and…
again?
The Heart Of Tia 