I need

Contempt loves the silence, it thrives in the dark, the fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart.
They say that promises sweeten the blow, but I don't need them...

I need
the darkness,
the sweetness,
the sadness,
the weakness,
ooh I need this.
Need a lullabye,
a kiss goodnight,
angel, sweet love of my life
ooh I need this

I'm a slow dying flower
frost killing hour
the sweet turning sour
& untouchable

Cançó My Skin de Natalie Merchant