No one will love me if they knew all the things I hide.

Will you turn away from me when you find out I’m sick? The stigmata I bear from that situation is still with me.

I’m not crazy, you must realize that by now.

I won’t hurt you, possess you, keep you to myself. I won’t embarass you, shout at you or hurt myself. In short, I want you to keep me.

The worlds I am immersed in are so decadent. Both fall prey to my wicked heart. I wish I could have both, simultaneously, but I can’t hack my body to peices. One will have to win. I will have to make a choice.

And the world becomes you.

If you are lost, then does it even matter if it’s dark?