I can't stop. I can't stop. I need it. My inner emptiness requires it. This is her fault. Only her. My emptiness. I don't believe in that, but I need it. This poison is my cure.
I will give you my soul. Just look at me. Your body means nothing to me. I need you everywhere.
You will never know about it , because it is a shame. My proper existence and my improper inner solitude. I am improper. I mean nothing to you and you will never know me. Nobody will never know me. I am quiet and false. I don't trust. Give me yourself. Give me. I need this poison you deliver to me. Please.