CDXLIII: Gimme

Gimme some indescribable feeling, some fuckin' illusion, something like love. Gimme, at least, a rotten life. A mean to dream for. Gimme a knife to cut off the face of bitter certainty, gimme the chance to doubt. Gimme every hug we've left behind, every death onto someone else's bed. Fuck your creepy habit of taking away. Gimme some shitty pool where to swim around. Gimme less. Gimme truth. Rotten but unique life.