They Will Love Me For That Which

I Feel Like I’m Eighty Years Old. I’m Tired Of Life And My Mind Wants To Die.

I Love You Still, Against My Will.

I'm Here, Got No Choice. But You, You Should Be Telling People.

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.

Once You Have Perceived That Life Is Very Cruel, The Only Response Is To Live With As Much Humanity, Humour And Freedom As You Can.