Watchmen (Moore & Gibbons) // 4.48 Psychosis (Kane)
I had a night in which everything was revealed to me. How can I speak again?
And while I was believing that you were different and that you maybe even felt the distress that sometimes flickered across your face and threatened to erupt, you were covering your arse too. Like every other stupid mortal cunt.
To my mind thatβs a betrayal. And my mind is the subject of these bewildered fragments.
Nothing can extinguish my anger.
And nothing can restore my faith.
This is not a world in which I wish to live.
I sing without hope on the boundary.
Sometimes I turn around and catch the smell of you and I cannot go on I cannot fucking go on without expressing this terrible so fucking awful physical aching fucking longing I have for you. And I cannot believe that I can feel this for you and you feel nothing. Do you feel nothing?
Β Β Β Β and now I am so afraid
- Iβm going to make your life a living fucking hell I REFUSE I REFUSE I REFUSE LOOK AWAY FROM ME
- Itβs all right. Iβm here.Β
Sanity is found at the centre of convulsion, where madness is scorched from the bisected soul.
I wish youβd left me alone
this is the sickness of becoming great
this vital need for which I would die
Iβm dying for one who doesnβt care
Iβm dying for one who doesnβt know
Β Β Β Β youβre breaking me
I have no desire for death
It is myself I have never met, whose face is pasted on the underside of my mind
Β Β Β Β please open the curtains
Watchmen, Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons // 4.48 Psychosis, Sarah Kane
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