Please, I Want So Badly For The

Not Being Perfect Hurts.

It Seemed Silly To Wash One Day When I Would Only Have To Wash Again The Next. It Made Me Tired Just To Think Of It.

When They Asked Me What I Wanted To Be I Said I Didn't Know.

What I Want Back Is What I Was Before The Bed, Before The Knife, Before The Brooch-pin And The Salve Fixed Me In This Parenthesis; Horses Fluent In The Wind, A Place, A Time Gone Out Of Mind.

Intoxicated With Madness, I'm In Love With My Sadness