It was a hot night but too cold to take off my sweater. It was a same night with any other nights of mine. I do that silly masturbate to my brain, having fun and sighed everytime I feel guilty playing game with my mind, poor you magnificient organ of all. All praise to Lord, One whom create you and me, as one!

The day wears on. Creaks lurk in the hallway and people must be somewhere waiting to rear their darkened faces in the light I try to keep. My loneliness is mine. I keep it to give bits away to people as they come through, but they go away and leave my loneliness with me.

Yesterday he tried to take it. But a bitch came and ate his face. He had no face so i didn't know him now. I couldn't love him because it wasn't him anymore. Today he doesn't believe me. Today he doesn't care. He doesn't care.

And now its night. I sit and watch the clock. Only thirty seconds pass in each minute. I lay in bed and watch the ceiling fall down on me. Somewhere in a bitchy place he is waiting. And i'll walk out into the kitchen and switch on the light. And he'll be 'there' anywhere with no face. And he'll be waiting for me to love him. But I can't love him. If i love him the bitch will eat my face and we will be one. How can we be one? Can`t be! For anyway I don`t deserve to have him. He is all of my light. Candle!

Gone!