I want your face, and all the pieces attached that make up your ***** sack. Latched together by bone, tied to all the tendons stitched to your skin, with plenty of holes on the outside for you to let me in. Because I know you know neither of us wants to die alone, so open up your head and pull out your heart, be my warm bed and I'll never let you starve. Oh dear my dear, oh wretched old me, I promise you that I'm just a harmless disease. I may drain you of strength, make you feel beaten and broke, but I'll never take your life or threaten to leave you on your own.