This house you have moved in, leaving your boyfriend behind, looked so romantic. Dark and cold, the wallflowers hanging strangled everywhere. Sorry to know your manic is at the height baby.
But arent you stuck to being washed ashore by tidal waves? You just don't get how good it feels to rot inside you forever. Becoming a shapeless mass within your body. Noone will find us under the sun. And this is the happy ending'. The end.