Whisper Me, Push Me Close To You, And Next To You Catapult Me. (She)

Me and my book, “Palavras Minhas, Segredos Meus” (”Words of Mine, Secrets of Mine”).

That's why I love the night, because it’s in the darkness and immensity, that you chase me, my sight you follow, and for rescue me you thank.

An eye for an eye A tooth for a tooth And anyway I told the truth And I'm not afraid to die

Don’t you think?

You know those love stories when a rich guy falls in love with a poor girl?

Guess ours started more or less like that.

I mean, you’re definitely a wealthy young man with lots of money, and you still think it’s not enough.

That doesn’t really bother me at all.

In spite of that, you can buy me a nice dress once in a while. I appreciate it.

In return, I’ll give you permission to kill a bunch of bitches who’re jealous or how delightful I am of just because of how suited we are for each other.

In fact, killing is one of your best hobbies, which I find lovely, actually.

When you do kill, I’m not exactly left behind.

I’m simply waiting at another place.

You come to me and amaze me with your murder tales. Oh, I love them so much, darling! Haven’t I told you before?

Sometimes you take me to dance, and after, we’re alone in a quiet room.

You like to wear white everytime you kill the hell out of people. You claim that that color turns out insanely more beautiful when covered in fresh blood. I totally agree.

I’m aware quite well that I’ll be the last person you’ll ever kill. I’m fine with that too.

Till then, it’s a long way to go.

As a masoquist sadistic yet mutually romantic couple, let this groom and this bride love one another even in death.

Whenever somebody says you’re incredibly shy or really quiet, warn them this.

For I'm about to reach you,

you shall always be by my side.

Is it, isn’t it?