The last two days have been filled with black. I can’t see the pale hand of reality any more. I crave, lust and prowl for the feint scent of her skin.

On that note:

SL and I talk, tease, and then have almost violent arguments. It is almost an expected and predictable event. In truth, it is likely my own fault that we do argue. I push and push until I have her backed into a corner. She fights back. And so it goes on. We keep going round and round, often back and forth in the same evening.

I am not fair to her in my own anger. I go for her throat on every occasion. I hate and love her, yet always do I want her close.

DA is searching for something from me. I am not so inclined to give it.

Old Lovers seem to want another foot in the door. I cannot push them out of it quickly enough.

Meanwhile life continues. It is raining and black outside, almost as if the weather obeys my wishes. Call me God. I am immortal.

Haven’t heard the song, but the lyrics are well suited for my mood. Only slightly adjusted for my own needs.
“Hate is what I feel for you
And I want you to know that I want you dead.
You’re late for the execution…
If you’re not here soon
I’ll fuck your friend instead.”