I'm sick of chasing.
I can't just throw the hook line and sinker.
Not a single poll into the sea.
I guess I'm the bait.
Never the fish always a worm.
Worm.
A worm is what I am.
A feeder.
Well this feeder, baby, feeds off love.
Your love, my love, everyone's love.
Love.
Love is food for the heart.
There's not enough food for this big heart.
I guess.
Oh dear I guess this heart will fade away.
But how long will it take?
Months, weeks, days?
One day.
One day this heart will fade away.
Fade away heart.
Heart be free.
My heart is a feeder.
And my heart feeds on me.