now, blood

ohhhhh, it hurts more at night.

like ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing, zap! just after lights turn out,

churning, churning,

angry fighting cries - not this way!

:lonely.

it's like, it's like, a piece of me was carved out and in it's hollow hole were stuffed stones and pebbles, and, oh! the only thing to do with a heart of stone is to cut through it.

now, blood.