It was mentioned to me recently how far this escapade of breathing and fornication has come in several years.
The scars are just soft white reminders of a life since conquered
The tattered leafs of paper once again serenade their forgotten ink-stained lover
This wee little heart beats like it always wanted to...Strong and vicious
The masses have witnessed a new form of serene brutality; calculated kindess
Perhaps the greatest distance traveled is this...
You think I'm not better than you?