I paint new stars with fragments of my mind.
It all explodes with such determination.
After so much anticipation.
Loaded with malcontent.
Keep me away from it.
Save me.
Not you. Save yourself first. Don't touch me.
You'd skullfuck God if you thought it would get you into heaven.
And I don't need any of your "help".
I just need what I want.
I just want what I need.
I just need what I need.
I just want what I want.
And she can give it to me.
So completely.
She at least has the capacity.
The causeway to divinity, to calm and contentment.
But will she?
Happiness...
Will she?
...promise
To love me
obey me
use me
erase me
