Please

Hunting, haunting, hungry....how the hell did I end up back here?

Craving, conjuring, comedy gone bad....how the crap did I end up back here?

Bravery, boldly looking forward, still can't find someone as bright as you...what the bloody hell?

Always in the same spot, always different. Same story, different face. Feelings intense, more and more...and more. Always, more interesting than before...More dangerous, more complicated, more twisted....more wanted. How come I always end up wanting the twisted and defective?

Strange pleasures, sometimes I just wish I was...normal. All I crave for is so...different, so inaccessible, always getting drunk on pleasures so...unconventional.

Must keep quiet, must play the waiting game, must...be....normal. Must pretend at least.

You are my latest craving. Will there be a last one I can finally enjoy for more than a couple of hours ? I'm up for the challenge. Come out, come out, wherever you are. Come play, drop the hide-and-seek games. I'm bored and I keep doing stupid little things to kill the time with... I'm tired of them, bored, sickened, dirtied. Enough!

Stop hiding, let's begin. May the learning begin. I'm bored, please don't make me beg.

Please...I'm starting to think there's something terribly wrong with me....I can't be the only one of my kind. I don't even know what my kind is. I just know it's...different...

Please..I'm lonely. There, I said it. Now, please, come out, come out...