I am no longer of this place, if I ever was, and forever I will be with you. We never met, our eyes were never opened, we never will be and I will never know what could have been. If only I could live for you, but I am death. I am life and I would give myself to you if you asked me. I would exist exclusively for you, if it were not for the existence that its warm hand denies me. I would make us one, if only our sums could be known. Listen to me again, dearest, I long to live! But what would life be without you? I don't know this answer. In my everything, in my existence and in my infinite scope, I cannot grasp it. I never will. I want to be alone. I want to stop. I want to disappear. I want to die. I want to vanish. I want to be nothing. I wanted it all, but it all meant nothing to me. All I wanted, all I ever wanted, was