Я бы хотела написать это на русском, но рука не поднимается.
listen to Poets Of The Fall - Sleep, Sugar. под эту песню мы, может быть, умрем где-то в моей голове
I want to die with you. I want to make a deal with the develish part of you and after years and years of burning to throw our lives away. To save two pretty handfulls of pills. Devour'em. Devour you. Feel so dizzy. And I would keep the last one pill and wait until you die. I want to see life leaving your beautiful body. To see colors vanishing of your face. To feel your pulse slowing down and disapearing under the thin layer of skin under my fingertips. To kiss your could lips goodbue, seeing you off to the doomed hollow oblivion. I want to see you dead. Deadmen are perfectly beautiful, cold and pale, calm and indifferent. I want to die holding your hand, feeling your death and mine merging.