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She was talking in her sleep again. Most of it was murmurs and unintelligible moans followed by bouts of silence. But occasionally, the quiet was punctuated with lucid half sentences. "...go to sleep now..." It came out as a whisper. I wished that I could be in there with her. I watched her like this most nights, stoned on the lethargy of my new habit. Grasping at the pieces of her that she unconsciously gave me each night, I would go on like this for days at a time getting little to no sleep...

I've been Going out of my mind, my love. I've been Going out of my mind. And I'll Try to give you the slip, my dear, If you Follow me too close behind. Welcome to my heart. I'm so glad to have met you, Please make yourself at home. If you're ready to start, Just tell me what you'll do. Then kiss me like a stone. I've been Going out of my mind, my love. I've been Going out of my head. And I'll Be the girl of your dreams tonight, If you'll Raise me up from the dead. Welcome to my heart. I'm so ...

Madness creeps past in a black wool suit. A phantom who whispers cruel notions of utopia and steals reason from the sills of my open windows. But, oh! How fleeting is he who disolves into shadows when I fix my gaze. Naught but the savage, maudlin fancy of a deranged intellect.

twist and turn go the fancy words, and play games with my head. as much as no words at all. fuck... FUCK! reach down my throat, squeeze until i'm senseless. make it hurt. please... this way i'll know it's indubitably happening. i grrrrrrowl and claw my way up your leg, a sweet and fuzzy kitten, just to get out and get back. a small dose of vindictive, and i feel better already! i smile and i'm desensitized. what? i'm sorry... what was that again?

The plight of my comtemptuous existence is one of precarious self-loathing. I am regrettably unaware of my dilemma, therefore utterly wretched for it. I am a man ruled by demons familiar and attentive, whose whispers gently punish me And lead me to where they lie, desolate in murky cesspools of suspicion. Once or twice I curiously sought out the warmth and radiance emanating from a hopeful heart. I was blinded by the brilliance and ran fast to the intimate comfort of cold hands and flaccid fi...