I Had Decided I Would

My Flesh Winced, In Cowardice, From Such A Death.

Sometimes I Feel Like I'm Not Solid. I'm Hollow. There's Nothing Behind My Eyes. I'm A Negative Of A Person. All I Want Is Blackness, Blackness And Silence.

Kiss Me And You Will See How Important I Am.

I Talk To God But The Sky Is Empty.

There I Went Again, Building Up A Glamorous Picture Of A Man Who Would Love Me Passionately The Minute He Met Me, And All Out Of A Few Prosy Nothings.