Of Course I Loved You, You Saved

I Love You Still, Against My Will.

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

There Is An Objective Reality In Which My Body And Mind Are One. But I Am Not Here And Never Have Been.

It Is Myself I Have Never Met Whose Face Is Pasted On The Underside Of My Mind

I Dread The Loss Of Her I've Never Touched Love Keeps Me A Slave In A Cage Of Tears I Gnaw My Tongue With Which To Her I Can Never Speak I Miss A Woman Who Was Never Born I Kiss A Woman Across The Years That Say We Shall Never Meet Everything Passes Everything Perishes Everything Palls My Thought Walks Away With A Killing Smile Leaving Discordant Anxiety Which Roars In My Soul No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope