If given the choice between my solipsistic fortress and that loveless wasteland, I'd choose to be alone.
Here, I can find happiness in the numbing high of sedation, without constantly being reminded that I am worthless.
As long as I can justify my separation, I will remain inert.
The slightest reminder of the animal truth of my existence is enough to destroy me.
The lingering problem Is that I have run out of opiates, and must somehow obtain them to maintain this blissful numbness. If I am unable to do so, I will be trapped in my fortress, forced to engage in self-flagellation until the day I die.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
