My name is "Irrelevant".
That's not true, but its all you need to know.
I'm a berserk warrior of pacifism.
A monk of self depreciation and dailey heartache.
And you are my light.
My last salvation.
Will you betray me?
Like the others before you.
Will you destroy me?
So that I must piece myself together anew.
Will I pray for death before this night is over?
... or should I have more faith?
Just make it quick love.
The waiting is the hardest part.
You make me long for cold steel pressed to the back of my skull.
And that satisfying, welcoming smell of black powder..
Then my dillema would be over.
And you could love another.
If only I could learn to live
without my heart in your hands.
If only I could waver from my whimsical path
of self abuse and maudlin piteous doubt.
If only I knew you loved me...
as much as I need you.
