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4.48 Psychosis

By Sarah Kane

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| Paperback | 9780413748300

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Book Description

The last play by Britain's most controversial contemporary playwright, the late Sarah Kane.

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I dread the loss of her I've never touched

I dread the loss of her I've never touched
love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears
I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak
I miss a woman who was never born
I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet
Everything passes
Everything perishes ... (continue)

I dread the loss of her I've never touched
love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears
I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak
I miss a woman who was never born
I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet
Everything passes
Everything perishes
Everything palls
my thought walks away with a killing smile
leaving discordant anxiety
which roars in my soul
No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope
A song for my loved one, touching her absence
the flux of her heart, the splash of her smile
In ten years time she'll still be dead. When I'm living with it, dealing with it, when a few days pass when I don't even think of it, she'll still be dead. When I'm an old lady living ion the street forgetting my name she'll still be dead, she'll still be dead, she'll still be dead, it's just
fucking
over
and I must stand alone
My love, my love, why have you forsaken me?
She is the couching place where I never shall lie
and there's no meaning to life in the light of my loss
Built to be lonely
to love the absent
Find me
Free me
from this
corrosive doubt
futile despair
horror in repose
I can fill my space
fill my time
but nothing can fill this void in my heart
The vital need for which I would die
Breakdown

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Nicoletta Banzi said on Jul 12, 2009 | Add your feedback

I dread the loss of her I've never touched

I dread the loss of her I've never touched
love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears
I gnaw my tongue with which to her
I can never speak
I miss a woman who was never born
I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet Everything passes
Everything perishes
Everything palls
my ... (continue)

I dread the loss of her I've never touched
love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears
I gnaw my tongue with which to her
I can never speak
I miss a woman who was never born
I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet Everything passes
Everything perishes
Everything palls
my thought walks away with a killing smile
leaving discordant anxiety which roars in my soul
No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope
A song for my loved one, touching her absence
the flux of her heart, the splash of her smile
In ten years time she'll still be dead.
When I'm living with it, dealing with it,
when a few days pass
when I don't even think of it,
she'll still be dead.
When I'm an old lady living ion the street forgetting my name she'll still be dead,
she'll still be dead,
she'll still be dead,
it's just fucking over
and I must stand alone
My love, my love, why have you forsaken me?
She is the couching place where I never shall lie
and there's no meaning to life in the light of my loss
Built to be lonely to love the absent
Find me Free me from this
corrosive doubt futile despair
horror in repose
I can fill my space
ill my time but nothing can fill this void in my heart
The vital need for which
I would die
Breakdown

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La Scrittrice Nuda said on Apr 4, 2010 | Add your feedback