'Ala rasi.
Anything for you.
Everything for you.
I lose myself,
Deny myself,
Hurt myself,
And surrender to you.
You put me through hell.
Through hell, you put me.
In hell, you dump me.
With hell, you burn me.
But I called it love.
For I feel no pain
When you hurt me.
Only pleasure and eternal bliss.
Have I gone insane?
Yes. Oh, yes!
Your fire is my melody.
Your rage, the rhythm
To which I dance
Bare, nude, naked.
Void of fabric
And hair and skin.
Of flesh and bones.
Only a dead, non-flowing bloodstream.
To rot in patience,
That I would gladly do.
For I'd rather wait
Than have absolutely
No chance of having you.
Destroy myself.
Why do I destroy myself?
Fanâ.
It is all for love, my love.
To destroy oneself for love,
That is Fanâ.
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