Find what you love...

My dear, 

Find what you love and let it kill you. 

Let it drain you all. 

Let it clong onto your back and weight you

down into eventual nothingness. 

Let it kill you and let it kill you and let it 

devour your remains. 

For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, 

but it's much better to be killed by a lover. 

Falsely yours.