Insecurity, indecision, hopelessness, fear, sadness, depression, lack of
understanding, loneliness, pain, despair, emptiness... And still I don't know.
Whether it's lingering or not. Whether it's right or wrong. Is there still
hope? There is love, but is love enough? I thought it would be but I'm not so
sure anymore.

Trying to stop a sledge heading for cliff. But can it be stopped? And is it
even worth stopping. I feel like being too far from it to see if there is
anything inside it anymore. Anything worth saving, since the sledge itself is
not worth the effort.

You poured eros maggots down my throat // until I choked // There's nothing
darker than love that's gone sour // Satan's spit // Love that's gone sour...