Only Love Can Save Me And Love

I Am The Beast At The End Of The Rope.

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

Have You Made Any Plans? Take An Overdose, Slash My Wrists Then Hang Myself. All Those Things Together? It Couldn't Possibly Be Misconstrued As A Cry For Help.

I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish I Had Music But All I Have Is Words.

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.