I find meaning in the eyes of others,
Love never seems to come from within,
It comes from the eyes of the girl who despises my being,
From the lips of the guy I never seem to fulfill,

I find meaning in the flesh of others,
My own seems rotten,
Unaccommodating to my soul,
Undeserving of my dreams,

If one day I let myself relish in the flesh of others,
Will my body become worthy of her eyes, of his lips?
Will my soul find rest?
Will my dreams...

There’s a worse pain than being utterly alone in this world,
Far worse,
Being surrounded by people who do not hear your pain,
Do not want to hear it,
They are there, sure,

They listen carefully to your words,
They hear you cry, and cry,
Begging for help, or mercy,
But they say nothing,
As if you were silence,

Expressing your pain, only to be met with a wall of silence,
Is the deepest kind of wound,
Because it confirms what you always knew,
That, in the end,
You don’t matter.

Due to the emptiness within me,
I start to feel an  irrepressible lust for you,
Your oh so violent words and scary demeanor,
I lust for your blonde hair,
The smell of beer that never seems to leave you,
The sweet smell of kindness blended with meanness,
The metallic taste of power,
The sorest aftertaste of *******,
An irrepressible desire to **** the violence out of you,
To embrace it,
To coax it,
Choose me,
Recognize me,
Make me your thing,
I will forfeit my life,
And go wander around the world with you,
The wind will push us to the edge of the world,
And when you are tired of me,
You can just push me out,
Let my body deject into the deep of the ocean,
Will it be sweet?