I was going to tell a story,
but I forgot what it was,
so I'll say something else.
I'm tired of being lonely.
Is there a place for us passionate ones
besides the hell of unfulfilled desires
and unrequited love?
Maybe there's a place -
yes, that's it, a place!
(I've said it three times now) -
we can go
where pain
is nothing
(nothing)
(no thing)
(NOTHING)
but just a slick knife across a throat
or a sly bullet through so many thoughts
that'll never see the day anyway.
Ah, but dreams are for fools,
so I'll shut my fucking mouth now
and go to sleep.