The last woman I took with me to an Anathema-concert was a bitch... She nearly brought me into psychiatry... really...
Sad, sad, sad... She tried to kill people who are somehow not the bad ones. Hmmm... Little sad, sick girl...
A tool, a blind tool... so young... so old her soul... but the emotions of a little child...
"Her real ache is between her legs..." MDB - The angel and the dark river