I Shut My Eyes And All The

I Must Bridge The Gap Between Adolescent Glitter And Mature Glow.

Eternity Bores Me, I Never Wanted It.

To Annihilate The World By Annihilation Of Oneself Is The Deluded Height Of Desperate Egoism.

There Is A Charge For The Eyeing Of My Scars, There Is A Charge For The Hearing Of My Heart - It Really Goes. And There Is A Charge, A Very Large Charge, For A Word Or A Touch Or A Bit Of Blood Or A Piece Of My Hair Or My Clothes.

Bright Beads Of Red Are Rising Through The Ink, Hearts-blood Bubbles Smearing Out Into The Black Stream