I Want So Obviously, So Desperately To

If Only I Can Find Him... The Man Who Will Be Intelligent, Yet Physically Magnetic And Personable. If I Can Offer That Combination, Why Shouldn't I Expect It In A Man?

Spiderlike, I Spin Mirrors, Loyal To My Image.

And When At Last You Find Someone To Whom You Feel You Can Pour Out Your Soul, You Stop In Shock At The Words You Utter— They Are So Rusty, So Ugly, So Meaningless And Feeble From Being Kept In The Small Cramped Dark Inside You So Long.

Everything People Did Seemed So Silly, Because They Only Died In The End.

See, The Darkness Is Leaking From The Cracks. I Cannot Contain It. I Cannot Contain My Life.