Faithful To The Word Given And The

Since I Wasn't Able To Leave A Succession Of Beautiful Lies, I Want To Leave The Smidgen Of Truth That The Falsehood Of Everything Lets Us Suppose We Can Tell.

My Past Is Everything I Failed To Be.

Who Am I To Myself? Just A Feeling Of Mine.

I Feel As If I'm Always On The Verge Of Waking Up.

To Be Understood Is To Prostitute Oneself