I am a cripple -- I depend on you: upon your eyes --
To see, upon your ears -- to hear, upon your legs -- to walk,
Upon your tongue -- to talk, upon your hands -- to touch and hold,
Upon your might -- to know the sense of day, the scent of night.
I am a freak -- I cherish my dependence, I don't want
To heal. I'm fond of helplessness, I'm joyful of despair.
I feed on my confusion, on my urge to have your hands,
My thirst for sounds and images inside your eyes and throat.