The Slow Death Scream :

I’ll scream, I’ll write, I’ll bleed, I’ll die, I’ve heard someone cry.

Not me, not you, not even the devil’s crew, can handle the feelings that I have for you.

That’s what'll happens when I think of you.

My Dream in Your Eyes:

Your eyes are an ocean. I've sank in it.

Your eyes simply a forest. I always get lost in it.

They really have a magic. One look's a destructive hit.

Like the grace, like the dust, like the 2nd face in your chest

That's my dream about you.