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6. Bloodthirsty Desires

I hear

distant and cruel voices

exposed to dark sunshines torture

From behind the mirror

my covers are torn by stings of love

Candles are rising in the darkening space

I have to kill

from behind the mirror

Fire of love is playing on my desires

Candles are rising in the darkening space

I have to kill

Leaves of high bushes flutter in my face

The wind roars hotly

In my world that turned grey

I have to kill

myself.