The taste

The will (Kills)
While you ( don't taste)
the act (fills)
but seems (the same)

Anxiety feeds intolerance
when hunger feels alone again

Don't mistake my human needs with love
Don't remember things that brings me blame
"Don't come to me with a price..what I have in my hands is for free"

We Need to stop with this
I Need to stop with this

And things that you can't control
when you are low, when you are sick
pour out from your head, painting silence with a whisper

The act isn't quimical yet
and the sex turns again in a lonely pleasure

"If someday this walls can say what they saw...i know they will fall"