“Draw the curtains pull down the blinds thrice-bolt the door hide all signs of life
deny all feelings obliterate heart stab it deny it till all hope has passed draw from experience the sharpest of blades eviscerate passion leave death and decay seek want and desire and put out their flame and cover your conscience with sorrow and shame your worm-ridden conscience with sorrow and shame it may help to deny that you still feel the pain
Take your heart wracked with hurt for a walk in the park there enter the realms of absolute dark seek no glimmer of hope nor chance of relief complete self denial forget self belief
destroy all expectation of a happy end and if there’s any hope left go through sequence again
I’m waiting one moment before I depart there’s a red pool of passion from the wound in my heart it’s no use denying there’s nothing I can do despite all these years … to stop loving you”.