That numb, unfeeling sensation became dear to me, a state of mind accompanying serotonin depletion which meant I could no longer feel. A part of me misses its darkness. Halfway in-between checking myself out and going back to those few, all-too-brief years spent in the throes of junkiedom, it struck me:
It's the things people don't do that they truly regret. You can laugh at how awkward you were, You can't laugh at what never was. No point living halfway, All or nothing. "If I don't go crazy I'll lose my mind, I saw a life before me but now I'm blind, I want to go to heaven, never been there before, I want to go to heaven, so you give me some more".
Give me a decent cloak with a proper hood please. Merci beaucoup.
Quote: Line Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen and Sixteen from Scorpio Rising by Death In Vegas