...and I keep wondering how much time it has left,how long it will be jerking around with me,how strong this pain will be growing...
...and it's killing me,ripping apart my existence,burying my feelings...
...such a wonderful smile,what a beautiful death!...
...it's pretty funny,such irony when life throws piles of dear misery at you...
...filthy hands,damaged brain,no control,you feed on others emotions...
...such loss,so enjoyable...
...crawling to reach the same old crap...
...I can't help it,your sickness makes me smile...



             I don't know the meaning of "enough",nor what "satisfaction" is