I always miss you

The night comes, I’ll go out, dance and fun. I can not stay home but me grieving for you, tired of crying tonight I want to get the most, do not stand up to drink more, and comes the headache tomorrow, what matters is today. We had our chance, you used me and now it’s my turn to suffer his unfortunate, in my hand you will eat, will turn my toy, I’ll do a hell of your life. For those who serve you long nails? To scratch you to death and to boot your deadly thorns, replies the wolf to man. For you serve this cruel mouth of hunger? To bite you and to blow so that I will not hurt you too, my love, since I have to hurt you, I’m the wolf inevitable because life was given to me. For those who serve you and hold hands that burn? To stay hand in hand, as needed, very much, either-the wolves howled, and looked intimidated their own claws before you snuggle into one another to love and sleep. At the end of the night I understand that I am empty, when I lack love, I always miss you.