The sick one.
The one that says I want to experience people.
Mind, body, something completely different.
A whole new level.
Multiple people.
But is it really such a bad thing?
I just want to see what underlies.
What's beneath that thin, thin surface.
To experience and feel them, be a part of them
for a few short moments.
To capture their breath with mine.
To cure the sting.
Pain, pleasure, memory, cult.
I don't know whether I'm alive, or dead or
breathing. How can I even tell if I'm asleep
or awake?
I guess there's not much left to me.
This spiraling world is starting to sadden me.
Never get what you want.
The more you have, the more you want.
Fuck it all. Do I care anymore? How would
I know?
Just let me crawl under your skin.
Unnerve you. Tear me apart.
I don't need you. I just want to want you.
They won't hear us.
