Alas! How
we pend and pend in and out of relationships! Without
hope of a dreadful future. Without the fear of discovery.
I'd rather be dead than alone. Without someone there
the Mass is void, null and incomplete. Alas! This
moral, moral, moral world we live in. It will either
bow at my feet or defeat me. How I hate life that
can't be itself.
I'd
rather
be
alone
then
be
incomplete.