-Did you say you wanted to leave for the summer?

That's what ill do. This is a big juncture in my life and I feel lost, caught up in a whirlwind of circumstance and bad luck which follows me everywhere I go and inevitably manages tarnish every single fucking thing I do.

-Are you sure you're not doing it to yourself?

Ill take a leaf out of TwoFaces book and make my own luck.

-Luck isn't real.

Your not real.

-Do you want me to be real?


(Silence)


-Are you sure you're not doing it to yourself?


(Silence)


I'm changing growing then regressing. I need change, progress yet I don't want anything. I want pills blades rope and sorrow to take me in the night to meet her. I want to see her and thank her for being everything she fucking took from me.

-You don't want to do that, do you?

I want to stay inside I want to go out and just be. I want her to make me a picnic of insanity so I can make myself sick with relief. I want sanity; I crave madness.



(Silence)


- Its not your fault. You're ill.


I know.


- You need help.


I am perfectly fine; I eat sleep study socialise and work.


- That's what you call a life?


There isn't a drug in this perfectly tainted world that will make this fucking life meaningful.



Is there?



(Silence)



Help me baby, I'm broken; a shadow of everything I could have been. The sun has set on an isolated beach; chaos slowly creeps into the mind of anyone who can't look away.


-Are you a fan of chaos?


I have no choice.


-You always have a choice.


I don't.



(Silence)



I have a plan. I want to go to the beach and hang from the pier; I want to be returned to sender, asphyxiated into the darkness and held by her.



-I thought you hated her?




(Silence)



-Do you love her?



(Silence)



Fuck you.

-Do you love her?



FUCK YOU.



-Do you love her?


Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.



(Silence)




He's going to change and one day hell see me and walk away.



-Why would that happen?



Things aren't as simple as they seem; masters of disguise never get caught, the ugly truth emerges from heavens gates and reigns down on us. The people can't fight it, they join forces and become something so horrid the others must look away

I see past the exterior into the soul which is rotting; piece after piece falls away and scorches the ground with its smouldering mass.



-Why do you think people will always leave you?



(Silence)



-Do you drive them away?



(Silence)



-Do you want to be alone?



I've always got her; the one thing that will never leave, never abandon, never run. She will open her arms and welcome me into them, lovers lost at sea; reunited after all hope has vanished.



Let's run away, dive into the abyss and swim for the shores of the unknown.




Would you come with me?



(Silence)



Would you come with me?






(Silence)