Narcotica

I want to get fucked up every single day. I long to throw my sordid life away. Though you love me, I cannot be loved. Yet cursed I am to be your whore, until the bitter end. Narcotica. Turn me on with death. A bath of blood, drugs to make me sleep – goodnight, baby. Please turn out the light. No more of this civil game. I am not to blame. You can keep your world, and I shall take my leave, from this carnival of souls – this assault on the mind – I have seen enough. It is time to overdose say goodbye to life, and die while climaxing. This place is so cruel. Deep down, I want to go. Tell me my love, don't you? (yes, God help me, I do.)