drunken carnival of hate

How disappointing when a stranger unjustly overestimates its kind.
Tell me, who ate your heart? You’re cold inside.
Is there a discreet impression you ought to unleash?
Was it despair or perhaps desertion?
How long have you been tortured by passion? has it been a month? a year? all your life?

Heed, stranger. I’ll take you away from all the cynics in this world. Will you? Or won’t you go with me?