The corroding function by Still water to rain

Dear murder (Part III: Eraserhead / repulsion)

by Still water to rain· from The corroding function

Swimming hand-tied in the swamp of hope. Sinking blindly, looking for a port called Love... Bitterness sounds like this, I puke sincerity. You are the last one of a nonsense fucking list. Can not close this rotten wound if you are close to me... I kill you to feel I'm half alive (don't you think I am selfish). The shed blood of my heart is the ink that I fucking need to write this goodbye letter, to remember that I don't want to remember. So I put on my love bulletproof vest to stop the increasing number of scars in my chest.