just got out of that stupid hospital that I was eating the entire brain. I was discharged, said he was really sick to let me go, I had to get away, I found another solution to get close to you.
know you do not like this, you think it's a damn sin that can never be forgiven by God. But I can not do anything. I can not stop me now I feel your skin on mine, I hear your gasps of pain and pleasure mixed melting into every corner of this small chapel.
Perhaps the disorder of my mind I can not see your religion prevents me make what I'm doing, prevents me from seeing the suffering and fear in your face.
still do not understand why you are afraid, do not understand why you tremble and look at me with fear. Your eyes are not like before, when expressing love and unfailing sweetness.
Before, everything was perfect for us. But they sent me to this horrible place where our parents called "hospital." And so what we came down.
Now I have come to recover, get back what was mine, because you'll always be mine. Although you dislike and despise me, you are mine, and I swear I'll kill those who get through.
my words will sound weird, but I know my skin. Like you, I can feel with every groan coming from your lips. I like the on you have me making love again and again rapidly and effusively.
Even if you say that doing so is a sacrilege against the sacred image of the Virgin Mary , we will be punished by the will of God, and who want to become a mediocre pastor. No matter how many times I cry and beg your virginity, how many times I'll make my wish, my adorable Kevin.
-Joel ... "I hear my name out of your sweet mouth in a whisper drowned, but it sounds sad, full of disappointment with an air of resentment.
I can not deny that I love to watch you mourn and see beg for it to stop sensitive cherish that place in your body, but I can not hold a grudge I talk to, anything but hate. I want you to love me like you loved me before.
This takes me away, what I feel now thanks to your body, makes me really far.
in my head I feel strong pangs, is a sharp pain.
Your skin, your eyes, your lips. I love all of you, my lovely Kevin.
increases pain in my head, and your tears are stronger. But soon all this will end.
'll be together, and someday some stupid crazy people write it and understand it as a melodramatic satire in which both die tragically.
How will we do now, my lovely Kevin.
your side, death is sweet.
