I, To You, Am Lost In The

I Want To Kill Myself, To Escape From Responsiblity, To Crawl Abjectly Back Into The Womb.

The Sheets Grow Heavy As A Lecher's Kiss.

The Worst Enemy To Creativity Is Self-doubt.

I Wish You’d Find The Exit Out Of My Head.

What A Man Wants Is A Mate And What A Woman Wants Is Infinite Security.