Death is my lover and he wants to move in.
Death
I've faked orgasms before, but this is the first time I've faked not having an orgasm.
Sex
We made love, and then she threw up.
Some will call this self-indulgence(They are lucky not to know its truth)Some will know the simple fact of painThis is becoming my normality
Truth, Pain
Body and soul can never be marriedI need to become who I already am and will bellow forever at this incongruity which has committed me to hell
Soul, Mind, Body
There's not a drug on earth can make life meaningful
Life, Death, Psychology
He's following me... He needs to have a secret but he can´t help telling the heat is going out of me. The heart is going out of me, and though she cannot remember she cannot forget. Clutching a fistful of sand. What ties me to you is guilt. I crossed two rivers and wept by one I am the beast at the end of the rope Happy and free.
Sadness, Depression