Vertebraille: Choke that Thief Called Dependence
Like death never content.
Starve the old and feed the new
and it's all your fault.
Was there love once or have I forgotten her?
I have been sold into slavery.
I try to drown my sorrows but the sorrow swims well.
It's all your fault.
Your fault
A lust for complete nothingness that lusts for more nothing.
Motion without meaning.
Action without function
nothing will breed nothing.