The tornado that rips open all my vanities with savage, primeval force. Pins me down to the ground with the brutality of the Nazi jack-boots. Tears every hair off my skull one by one...with absolute nonchalance. And then levels your lovely moon face with my ugly, twisted visage frightened like a puppy just about to be crushed under the wheels of an unforgiving truck and plead-
Make love to me, my love. Hold me tight. All I have is you. Because without you, I'm so weak. And can't you see..... I could kill no other?
