Dream of the Void as She Cums Inside Me and Unmakes Reality and She Dies and I Die and Everything is the Color of Burnt Lawns and Absinthe

[...]that place but there was no where to run to. i know that place is missing a piece of its soul we are old friends, we talk to each other at night i tell her of the feelings that frighten me being a place, she doesn't say much but i don't mind, she listens to every word i want to forget that place (death) i want to forget that place (death) everything (death) everything (death) i want to forget, forget, forget i want to forget that place (death) i want to forget, forget (death) everything/i want to (death) everything/i want to (death) i want to forget, forget, forget death i had a dream about the shape of that place it was the moment i knew that i had to i whisper things to myself in the dark now and that place cannot hear me this feeling, it sticks to the hope that someday it will go but i know (it stays here) and i left i left because i thought i knew she asks me if it's okay her voice is so small and i want to cry so i look away i nod, and she trembles and then everything comes apart before i left i knew that i would be fine someday before i left i was a kind of parasite now i don't know i think i'm a danger to that place so i stay away and that's all i can do.