babymylove, I couldn't be more sick of this whole tragic scene.
weary is the only product of our love,
my love. time exposes nothing but our, old age.
don't pretend time is our friend, or a lover of ours.
we haven't had love, (or sun) in, lifetimes—
scratch that/fuck this!
-crank that light dark room girl!
lets flip the switch on this whole tragic scene, shall we?