Soundtrack: Pharaoh - дико, например

I want to Kill all your muses. I know it will make your violin dusty silent, thus kills you too, so I hold on biting my lips until they are painted red. Damn, I spill the paint in vain, though could finish another chapter of my book "389 ways to hurt myself" instead. It could be a stunning manuscript with a horrific handwriting, but still wouldn't come even close to the real art that comes from your pen... And fingers...

But when you look into my eyes turbid with a drunk haze caused by your scent, I see you're looking for their gaze in mine. And it drives me fucking insane. You confuse names and epoches, stuck in the middle of nowhere with me - the one who will never even come close to an imaginary thus perfect bitch of yours. Maybe one of them looks away the same way I do while laughing, or has greenish hazel eyes... Drives me insane. And all I have to do is to bite my lips sitting here and watching you play, wondering do you ever see me?