"How to eat your own flesh and not freak.
Everything you do makes my body scream with loneliness. When I see you, the room swallows me. I find myself at the bottom of the pool. I can see leaves floating on the surface as I black out and regain consciousness again and again. If you touched me, I would grab the sharpest thing I could find and mutilate myself as quickly as I could to fill my body with pain so I could balance out the pain that your eventual absence will leave me with. A night with you is savage. Two lifetimes compacted into a few hours. It gives me brain damage. Doesn’t last long though. Soon enough, I find that I am a stranger to you and homeless in my skin. My wall is marked with blood spray and holes that fit my fist.”
Henry Rollins, Solopsist