I calculate, watch and wait. I see through your hidden words, I have discovered the code between the lines of your behavior. Your infinitely cold grip on my soul is ceasing, Yet, with morbid and perverse curiosity I watch anyways, Still knowing where you go, what you do... From afar I remove myself from you, From within I tear apart the veins that connected you to me. Your dead stare is now severed from my memory, All that was, and will forever be. For now from under a knife, I own your life. I will make you aesthetic once again, My beautiful mannequin... I will once again make you belong, Belong to me.