People like me shouldn’t exist – anemic, feeding on dust and lies[Become the wolf- who you are]You want my soul? Take it, I don’t need it and it’s not even mine to give. I’mthe devil’s dancing partner and I’mnot done here but I don’t know how to keep going..Counterfeit reality, counterfeit normalcy, counterfeit spirits – I wonder,will there be anything left of me?will it take longto wipe away the stain that was me, to make me nothing?I tell you I’m sorry I’m a horrible wife. You tell me I’m not a horrible wife. I tell you that you’re a terrible liarYou are the worst liar ever and I love that about you. But here? Me?No one lives here. It’s too cold and lonely all the time. But of course, I lied to myself because one person does live here, where it’s cold and lonely all of the time. And I don’t know how much longer I can last.