Passion

I'm tired of being your whim,

Accused of everything by you.

I'm burdened by the murderous savagery

Of a hopeless, sick love.

Everything between us is perversion,

We devour each other, drag each other down.

You say I am your salvation.

From what? From yourself?

Utopian madness.

To stop, to sever. To forget.

I can leave, I will forget. But...

You threaten to kill yourself.

What is it this time? Will you hang yourself?

Or in futile attempts again

Will you slash your veins? Why are you raging?

Should I suggest an easy way?

How utterly repulsive you are to me,

You're not a man, you're a rag, a snot.

Is my poison really so lethal

That you're ready to die for me?

Well, forgive me. I'm trash. Well, don't listen to my words.

Come to me, hug me.

You want me, I know you're ready.

Don't ask, just take me.

Beneath you is my defenseless body.

Take it out on me, get your revenge.

If you want — hit me, I'll allow everything.

Take me with malice, take me roughly. specially for etales.ru

Yes, like that, more... I'm yours, yours...

Let me feel that I'm weak,

Simultaneously defenseless,

And protected by you.

It's good now, everything is suddenly forgotten —

The stupid quarrel, the bitterness of words.

Unable to break the vicious circle

Of our mutual shackles.