my hair is greasy and it smells like two days ago; we were lying on the beach and drinking wine and i was biting you so hard it bled. you have bite marks all over your hands and lips, i can not contain myself. i'm stained, every pore transpires a sick desire for violence. i just want to kill you - in the most beautiful way. do you believe me when i say i love you? i just wish it was the kind of love that didn't ask for anything back - but i get too insecure and emotional. i just want your breath on my neck, your hands on my neck, pressing hard until i reach that transcendental moment of pure nothingness (and it's bliss). you know me too well behind the slick layer of ennui i carry around. my mind is fragmented and you try to put the pieces together - i'm afraid i'm making you sick too.

• "I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch."