What do you think, darling?

What do you want from me,

Why? Why did you knock to my door?

Now I’m here alone, 

My heart pumping no more.

I keep sit on this chair,

thinking bout you,

I know ever past time was better.

But now, darling…

My heart pumping no more.

Stop life!

Begging the fall!

Depressed, 

for a long time alone,

Speck of love appears 

in front of my eyes.

Laughing at me. 

My heart pumping no more.

Pressure at my breast,

where is the gun, 

oh I forgot

Now, I smile 

to the monster of the glass.

My heart pumping no more.

Stop life!

Begging the fall!

Endless pain, 

for my undead corpse,

The whip is so full of pleasure.

Lacerate me, Lacerate me,

I’ve got no life.

My heart pumping no more.

Mistress, tell me why,

you stole my soul,

enclose me in a jail 

of solitude,

oh, tell me why, 

My heart pumping no more?

Stop life!

Begging the fall!

There is no more terrible thing

than my strange solitude, 

always with you,

Lacerating my feelings,

growing a dark seed in my heart.

By Kürten Jameson

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