PARANOID MESS

I want Everything. Because I’m lonely. Because I’m insane and sick and can’t talk to people. I try and then the black wall rises and hurls me back into my darkened room. I want her to know me. I don’t want to know more about sickness and insanity. I want to stop running. I want her to hold me in her arms. I want to think that she’s an angel. Help me before I turn into still breathing black cancer. Please save me from the Inferno, the Abyss. Save me from myself. I am dangerous to my mind. I’ll starve my brain until it’s almost dead and then I’ll jolt it back to panic life on stronger, darker horror. I’m good at it now. At this point, it’s all I know. Besides Everything, horror is the only thing I feel safe with.

- Henry Rollins, Eye Scream