Of memories lived and breathed, through what I now understand to be stained glass.
A solvent of regret subdues the overbearing advance of pain and killers tonight.
I soak up the taste of wine and passion with fervor and haste, looking for more.

An intrepid search for the strength of utterance ensues in the meadows and marshes of defeat to beget me peace and so-called freedom.
I do not want to be myself any longer.
We are sad things leading about an accursed existence, fabricating and weaving webs all connecting and ensnaring meaning.
The colorfulness of diversity holds our attention and gaze protecting us from the glum lifeless still background, we're doomed to say the least.

I don't want, to die too young; to be remembered as having gone too soon; to be the average, another statistic; to live an average and mundane life.
I need, love; obedience; friendship; trust; loyalty and the opportunity to learn, to live, and to grow.
I am just a boy, looking for love in a never changing world.

Chain down my vision, rob my soul of freedom and clean out my tongue with oil.
Set me loose on the tyrants and let me wallop.
Be my master, enslave my bond and train mine grainy mind to obey.
Disillusion my mixed thoughts and feelings, **** me. Take me from behind, tear everything off and do me in.
Lash my naked nubile body and pour hot water over it all.
Listen to me scream and shriek then do it all over again.
Love is pain. Love is death. Love dies in the end.