I was a fan of The Cure for a few years until I realized they were like a drug. They were taking me deeper and deeper into the miasmic haze of depression and self-destruction.
I woke up one morning drugged up and cuffed. I had no idea who she was. Numb. Snippets of unimaginable fantasies echoed in and out of my mind. Each one tied to a dark harmonic strand of The Cures "Pictures of You." We were going to OD together.
We had danced in the red pulse through the night. A kiss. Darkness...
I am glad we failed. Or am I?
I don't know where she is. Bavaria somewhere? Was she real?
I can't believe with all the crazy things I did that I'm still here.
