A Heart That Purges There's a wish that squeezes me, like a callus, But I shut up, For the arrows that this desire casteth me bleed me, What a spear. I let myself die, and against this passion in mourning I fight For I must walk the path of feeling Without you. You're from someone else. Decency, like a snake, It charges me; And I know that, this defeat, sooner or later, I'm early. But in vain, I kiss your lips and taste your And I like it. And I'll rip your chest off and bite you and leave you trapped In my prey. Fool that I am; my love yet nothing Nothing. And without being able to run to you as a river, I laugh, Tired of hiding in corners, I love you. And finally, my body, on fire, Call you.