I don't know who you are,
but your beauty brings me pain.
The excruciating tear in my sides
burns in the deepest levels that you couldn't even imagine.
Knowing that you exist, but not being able to touch your face.
To comfort that far away look
in the strange picture I secretly adore.
The lacerations of mutilation
only ring of your beauty's condemnation.
I'm exhausted, yet no sleep comes for me.
Pulling me down, In that secret adoration.
This insomnia will bring me to my insanity.
You couldn't possibly be human.
You're only just a stranger,
But your beauty strikes me with such curiosity,
with excruciating measures.
So find me here,
I'm waiting oh so patiently.
I'm so ready to discover you;
That beauty which condemns me.