f*ck to love
f*ck to forget
when something inside dies
pain and pleasure combine
all things are useless
nothing but forgeting
will hold back regreting
to remember is to bleed
numb and cold feed
the icy pleasure/pain
hopeless and hopefull
battle until the numb oblivion
rattles and memory floods anew
in fresh regret
f*ck to love
or just to forget?
crimson
distortion