I got a taste. I had a man who would strangle me, looking into my eyes with his cold, hard gaze... I knew he wanted to destroy me. I trusted him not to, but I still felt dissapointment everytime he let go. I don't want to die... I just don't want the pressure to stop. The harder he choked me, the better it felt.

I want to hang. The noose in my toybox whispers promises of swinging bliss.

God help me, I need someone to save me from myself... a hangman I can trust to take me down even when I'm kicking and reaching for the rope.