Japanese ultra-violence in d-minor

Your words fell
heavy from poison lips.
Whose tips that I,
once kissed.
A long time ago,
before lifes paths filled
with obstacles.

In silence,
we two became one
but not for long
and all because
it made sense
when I was young and stupid

Now all at once am I
grounded by
your memory...

...but memories play tricks on me

Take over now.
Satisfied,
you might as well
stay home.