Are you there?
I always want to sleep.
Always want to bathe.
I had one earlier.
Sometime in my past.
This is how a monster talks:
'I love you.'
I was thinking about the bad.
'Tell me you love me.'
Wondering how to say things.
'Tell me like you mean it.'
I know for sure I can't start
From the moment he grabbed me.
'You fucking worthless bitch.'
He said so much; always talking.
'You smell good.'
'I love the smell of wet pussy.'
I don't want to be insane.
Don't want these words;
His words
Inside my head.
'I could sit watching you all day long.'
'Watch you sucking my cock.'
His words are my words.
'You look pretty today.'
'Pretty enough to fuck senseless.'
He is me.
'Once I get you alone.
I'll show you everything
We can be together.
Once you are mine.'
Insane.
'Pictures hanging in a hallway
In the fragment of a song,
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?'
-Bergman, Legrand
