His little whispers:
"Love Me. Love Me.
That's all I ask for.
Love Me. Love Me".
He battered his tiny fists
To feel something.
Wondered what it's like
To touch and feel something.
Monster...
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window...
That night he caged her,
Bruised and broke her.
He struggled closer,
Then he stole her.
Violet wrists and then her ankles.
Silent pain...
Then he slowly saw their nightmares
Were his dreams.
Monster...
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the windows
I will hear their voices.
I'm a glass child,
I am Hannah's regrets.
Monster...
How should I feel?
Turn the sheets down.
Murder ears with pillow lace,
There's bath tubs
Full of glow flies.
Bathe in kerosene
Their words tattooed in his veins.
Он тихо шепчет:
"Люби меня. Люби меня.
Это все, чего я прошу.
Люби меня. Люби меня".
Он разбил свои крошечные кулачки,
Дабы почувствовать хоть что-то.
Ему было интересно, каково это:
Прикасаться и чувствовать.
Монстр...
Каково мне?
Эти создания лежат здесь,
Выглядывая из окон.
В ту ночь он её заточил,
Избил и сломал.
Он боролся изо всех сил,
А затем украл ее.
Запястья стали лиловыми, а затем и лодыжки -
Тихая мУка...
И тогда до него постепенно дошло,
Что все их кошмары - его собственные сны.
Монстр...
Каково мне?
Эти создания лежат здесь,
Выглядывая из окон.
Я услышу их голоса.
Я - стеклянное дитя,
Извинения Ханны.
Монстр...
Каково мне?
Подбери простыни,
Заглуши слух подушкой с тесьмой.
Раковины в ванной
Наполнены блестящими мошками.
Искупай в керосине
Их слова, вытатуированные на его венах...
His little whispers:
& quot; Love Me. Love Me.
That's all I ask for.
Love Me. Love Me & quot ;.
He battered his tiny fists
To feel something.
Wondered what it's like
To touch and feel something.
Monster ...
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the window ...
That night he caged her,
Bruised and broke her.
He struggled closer,
Then he stole her.
Violet wrists and then her ankles.
Silent pain ...
Then he slowly saw their nightmares
Were his dreams.
Monster ...
How should I feel?
Creatures lie here
Looking through the windows
I will hear their voices.
I'm a glass child,
I am Hannah's regrets.
Monster ...
How should I feel?
Turn the sheets down.
Murder ears with pillow lace,
There's bath tubs
Full of glow flies.
Bathe in kerosene
Their words tattooed in his veins.
He whispers :
& quot; Love me . Love me .
That's all I ask .
Love me . Love me & quot ;.
He pitched his tiny fists ,
In order to feel anything .
He was wondering what it is:
Touch and feel.
Monster ...
What I ?
These creatures are here
Looking out of the windows.
That night he had her imprisoned ,
Beaten and broken .
He fought tooth and nail ,
And then stole it .
Wrist became purple , and then the ankle -
Quiet flour ...
And then to be gradually realized
That all their nightmares - his own dreams .
Monster ...
What I ?
These creatures are here
Looking out of the windows.
I hear their voices .
I - glass child,
Apologies to Hannah .
Monster ...
What I ?
Pick up the sheets
Muffling ear cushion with tape.
Sink in the bathroom
Filled with shiny lice .
Take a dip in kerosene
Their words tattooed in his veins ...
