Yes, I was miserable here. But what did I expect? I had brought myself along.
Sebastian Horsley, Dandy in the Underworld

You love the hope you needed desperately
You love to feel alive again
You love to see your vibrant reflection in a mirror
I'm just the water for your drought
I'm just the updraught for your tired wings
I'm just the illusion that age and death might spare you
What you love has to do with me, true
But you don't love me

Tags: love that killing field, solitude