It Is Myself I Have Never Met

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.

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

I Am An Emotional Plagiarist, Stealing Other People's Pain, Subsuming It Into My Own Until I Can't Remember Whose It Is Any More.

Only Love Can Save Me And Love Has Destroyed Me.

No One Survives Life.