Testo di Stiletto

Yours eyes pierce right through me, unvieling the hidden elusiveness within. These patterns you witness have become my crutch. Your eyes are your ammunition. Your gaze is killing me. A substantial blood loss that is not my own and it is pouring out of me. This assault will bring me strength, increasing stability not to collapse. This is a dagger to the heart, an unrelinquishing torture, but this soon will assemble me. You murder face to face.