A poem of blood

One for the curious, two for release.
Three for obsession, four for the peace.
Five for the beauty, six for the pain.
Seven for the clock that ticks and tocks in vain.

Eight for a dream, nine for the hate.
Ten for no hope, eleven for the fate.
Twelve for the blade, thirteen for the shame.
Fourteen for a skin that will never be the same.

I need you...

獣の様に (Like a beast)

あなたは欲しい物がある?
強い気持ちで怖く程に欲しい物…
俺はあるさ。如何しても手に入れたい物。
まあ…物と言うか…欲だな。
でも、その欲を叶えるために獣の様に大事な事忘れたくない。
決して忘れたくない。
怖い。君の言葉は頭の中回る続ける、丸で…誘惑。
ね…君は俺の中の獣を放免したいのか？
いいだろう。放免して。
どう成っても君を傷付けないから。ぜったいに。

Is there anything that you want?
Something that you really want, so much it frightens you...
There is for me. Something that I want to get my hands on no matter what.
Well... Not so much a thing, but more like a desire.
But I don't want to be like a beast forgetting what's really important while fulfilling that desire.
I definitely don't want to forget.
I'm afraid. Your words wander around my head, like a... temptation.
Say... do you want to release the beast that lies inside me?
Alright. Do it.
Because no matter what happens I'll never hurt you. Never.