VINCENT IS KILLING more and more. I say nothing, because I know once he's done he will take my body, lighting that spark I have come to crave.
He only f***s me when we're at these places, and there are dead people everywhere.
At home he is another person, he is caring, he touches me tenderly.
He makes love to me every night, but he never sleeps next to me.
Once he takes my body at home, we eat, and dance and just as morning comes he leaves me alone in his suite.
He doesn't call and I go crazy. I send him messages that he ignores then he comes back.
He talks while he drinks. I ask him where has he been but he never answers.
Same story, different day.
He is all I think about, all I want, my craving.
My mind and my heart is no longer numb. I have this inner war inside of me, overcrow
