Death Is My Lover And He Wants

No One Survives Life.

I Feel Like I’m Eighty Years Old. I’m Tired Of Life And My Mind Wants To Die.

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass.

You Get Mixed Messages Because I Have Mixed Feelings.

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass In Accident Time Where There Are No Accidents You Have No Choice The Choice Comes After