I am secretly attracted to corpses and pain,
I like the mystery of darkness
how it blends with interior silence
longing for the Beast.
Reluctant, I see myself in corners,
mesmerized by shadows and subtle whispers,
as ghosts are talking about my fate.
I search for a new prey, a new encounter,
that can complete my sensibility.
If I cry, my bed is full of joy,
if I fear death
my fame will be completely void.