The First Time it Shouldnt Taste Like Blood

if you were to ask me how long ive been running for, i dont even think i could answer. i just dont know anymore. i'm a sucker for weakness and the blood covering my floor. its all that i have left to remind me of the girls ive loved before. believe me when i say that i love you, angel, because i do-but accidents will happen...and they do. courtesy came calling with her best friend common sense, unaware that malice and manipulation had taken up residence. caring came to the crime scene, but bloodlust beat them back so apathy could laugh with his compadres and anger could attack. hey, hone, hold my hand and hope for heaven because i just cant help myself. even angels end up burned and buried in my backyard...and you, youre just like everyone else.