and then, from time to time, I realize that I’ve put my heart and my bloody sinful flesh in the hands that called the wolves. Strangely, my heart, as being eaten, ignores the teeth and shuts up the pain with nonsense songs taken from old sayings. My head, brainless… Oh my brainless head… seams to awake… But the songs, so deep... so passionate…
And so, although the terror remains, my heart ignores it and keeps heading for complete destruction.