You Are Sad Because They

You Can Owe Nothing, If You Give Back Its Light To The Sun.

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

Every Time I Wake, I Understand How Easy It Is To Be Nothing.

When Your Suffering Is A Little Greater Than My Suffering I Feel That I Am A Little Cruel.

Yes, I Will Go. I Would Rather Grieve Over Your Absence Than Over You.