Self-Destruction: Les cent vingt jours de Sodome - séparation

Life flew by, in fun and debauchery. We are like two flowers together, my love. And our souls are blackened by the darkness within. We remember all that was before our separation. You reach out to me to help, but I am not the same as before. Darkness eats away at me from within, and debauchery flows through my cold veins. I am a flower that has been watered with poison. And I have grown into what you see now. Look into my eyes. I am no longer the little girl you protected. You try to hug me, but my thorns hurt you. And you fertilize the ground around you with your blood and the blood of your friends. You traded me for them, and now you want me back, but I'm not the girl I used to be. All this time, while I was thinking of you, you were being replaced by debauchery. I looked for those who were like you, used them and left them, just like you did to me then, ten years ago. I am already dead, I am dead inside, and our separation is what you have been going for so long. Don't try to bring me back into your life, you're not my man anymore.