I’m empty, fill me up.
With a presence that clings like a stinging sensation on my skin,
I felt like I understood myself.
Whispered inside me, like someone singing.
It wasn’t fear.
That sharpened boldness saves me.
Is there no place like soft skin?
Bounced around and washed ashore, kindred spirits.
Hurting each other with the impulse that defines me.
I’ve always been empty.
I wanted more pain.
Hoping someone will surely fill me.
I’ve always been lonely.
Finally, you did.
You turned me, wet and black-hearted, seeking red,
Into a carnage.
The given agonizing pain,
Unknown, it’s so warm.
Discarding precious things, resisting oneself.
It’s not madness.
Just wanting to freely devote this body.
It will cut through thousands and thousands of fears.
Even this trembling hand is dyed with joy.
Numerous lights scattered in a flash are beautiful.
As a blessing that has fallen deeply,
Let’s hurt each other repeatedly.
I’ve always been empty.
I wanted more pain.
Hoping someone will surely fill me.
I’ve always been lonely.
Finally, you did.
You turned me, wet and black-hearted, seeking red,
Into a carnage.
I’m empty, fill me up.
I’m empty.