You make me Schizophrenic.
Struck by your love
my psychology is shattered
and I awake in a thousand voices
chattering
moaning
screaming
crying inside my head.
You make me Bipolar.
I can not think
but to love you
can not breathe
but to hate you
can not see
but to look for you
to strike you or embrace you...
I want to call up the Devil
To curse you and to damn you
To sell my soul
Just for the chance to kiss you again.

06/14/2002

Posted on 06/14/2002
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