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Dandelion: “I am fixed right beside his heart,
but not inside it.
My veins are entangled with his marionette strings. “

Konrad: “Intoxicated,
by the blue radiation of his eyes,
blurry vision makes me see clearly
a pair of horns around his glowing halo.

A red sky
reflected in viscous wine of his eyes.
The sky he has stolen from me.
His smile is the star without a sky
A star I now revolve around.

He has become my event horizon.

I keep on crushing his steel heart,
because I want to break through the rough shell of his.
High dreams of an astronaut
camouflage the homicide of a star. “

Dandelion: “ A knight with a rose,
And not a sword,
A thief with a kiss ,
And not a dagger,
Has broken my armor,
Has stolen my heart
And sliced it in two:
One piece for himself
Another- for the dogs.

How does something so beautiful
that is meant to attract,
Has pierced through my whole existence,
A bleeding pit of despair,
This is something we share in common.

Our common attraction has isolated us from the rest of the world.
Both tricked by its fiery spirit ,
To call ourselves the soulmates,
It has burn down our paper thin souls,
Leaving us helpless by each other’s side.
Mates in suffering, mates in crime.
The soulmates. “

Konrad: “ Whenever I embrace his shaking skeleton with tranquility,
In horror he seeks a way out,
down the sorrow valley.
I get him,
good times give me shivers too.

Wilted roses fill our room with a bittersweet scent,
A sophisticated exhibition of a dainty death,
This is his style.

I rip apart, petal by petal all of my memories with him.
I have learned to deconstruct the feelings I have for him.
And I have learned to hold my breath while he speaks,
His words are poison.

Broken glass glowing against my skin,
spilled black wine dripping across my veins.
This is my way.
I dive deep into his wounds with my nails,
On a whim or out of despair,
Drawing milk white scars across his chest,
Engraining the laces of my suffering into the silk of his skin.

I want to let him know what I feel,
The salt of my tears
into his fresh blooming wounds,
I want to tie him closer to me
by the agony
only we know and understand.”

Description
Dandelion: “I am fixed right beside his heart,
but not inside it.
My veins are entangled with his marionette strings. “

Konrad: “Intoxicated,
by the blue radiation of his eyes,
blurry vision makes me see clearly
a pair of horns around his glowing halo.

A red sky
reflected in viscous wine of his eyes.
The sky he has stolen from me.
His smile is the star without a sky
A star I now revolve around.

He has become my event horizon.

I keep on crushing his steel heart,
because I want to break through the rough shell of his.
High dreams of an astronaut
camouflage the homicide of a star. “

Dandelion: “ A knight with a rose,
And not a sword,
A thief with a kiss ,
And not a dagger,
Has broken my armor,
Has stolen my heart
And sliced it in two:
One piece for himself
Another- for the dogs.

How does something so beautiful
that is meant to attract,
Has pierced through my whole existence,
A bleeding pit of despair,
This is something we share in common.

Our common attraction has isolated us from the rest of the world.
Both tricked by its fiery spirit ,
To call ourselves the soulmates,
It has burn down our paper thin souls,
Leaving us helpless by each other’s side.
Mates in suffering, mates in crime.
The soulmates. “

Konrad: “ Whenever I embrace his shaking skeleton with tranquility,
In horror he seeks a way out,
down the sorrow valley.
I get him,
good times give me shivers too.

Wilted roses fill our room with a bittersweet scent,
A sophisticated exhibition of a dainty death,
This is his style.

I rip apart, petal by petal all of my memories with him.
I have learned to deconstruct the feelings I have for him.
And I have learned to hold my breath while he speaks,
His words are poison.

Broken glass glowing against my skin,
spilled black wine dripping across my veins.
This is my way.
I dive deep into his wounds with my nails,
On a whim or out of despair,
Drawing milk white scars across his chest,
Engraining the laces of my suffering into the silk of his skin.

I want to let him know what I feel,
The salt of my tears
into his fresh blooming wounds,
I want to tie him closer to me
by the agony
only we know and understand.”