So I wrote that last night, I'm really not sure if it's good...You tell me. Guess who's talking :)

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The distinctive scent of his soft skin, I would recognize it in the middle of a sweaty crowd.

That much love bruises my head and my heart, my reason quit already.

What am I supposed to do but eat up the sweet pain which his sugar voice gives me.

That's all that life has to offer.

Suffer. Pain.

Search for the second at which a smile reaches your face as a cloudy day filled in with a colourful sun.

Actually there's nothing else right now.

Searching for that sugar breath.

I'd rather die that lose my scent because I need to access at least that part of his personality, I need it.

I don't deserve it.

I won't fight the pain that sickens my soul. I will only slightly caress the edge of my dreams and never wake up again.