The Woman I am no mirror can see,
My breasts are still small and my voice is so deep.
The Woman I am she cannot feel love,
I wish to cut my genitals and feed them to the dogs.
The Woman I am is accepting/receiving all the pain.
The needles to burn out the ugly remains.
Suppression is impossible, I must live it out,
My true self is female and there is no doubt...
1 | The Sleeper (by Edgar Allan Poe) |
2 | Resume... |
3 | Eldorado |
4 | Sieh & , Mein Geliebter, Hier Hab & Ich Gift |
5 | Saturn Devouring His Children |
6 | Infant |
7 | Dark Delight |
8 | Not dead but dying |