You pass by without noticing the shadow.,

You pass by without noticing the shadow.,
I'm breathing in the scent of your hair, I'm timeless.
Every step you take is a pulse on my temple.,
I follow you in this stifling melancholy.
You don't know my face, but I know your body,
the way you smile when you want to.
Your world is a stage, but you're a puppet in it.,
And I'm a puppeteer braiding a net.
Chorus:
Oh, this bound beauty
So helpless and so pure!
The perfect lines of your hands
I draw in knots by compressing the circle.
You're beautiful when you can't breathe.,
I want to possess your beauty.
Silence is your only cry.,
I am your personal, nightmarish diary.
Verse 2:
Silk ropes dig into your wrists,
It's not pain, it's a sign of my communion.
There's terror and trembling in your dilated pupils.,
But for me, this is the sweetest robbery.
Your porcelain throat bends backwards,
Your every sob is the best poison.
I collect moments where you're just mine.,
Where your beauty belongs to me, Taya.