What A Man Wants Is A Mate

I Started Adding Up All The Things I Couldn't Do.

Your Body Hurts Me As The World Hurts God

…i Hate Myself For Not Being Able To Go Downstairs Naturally And Seek Comfort In Numbers. I Hate Myself For Having To Sit Here And Be Torn Between I Know Not What Within Me.

Every Day One Has To Earn The Name Of 'writer' Over Again, With Much Wrestling.

Eternity Bores Me, I Never Wanted It.