...And I will wash your body with my tears and dry your skin
with the breathe from my screams...

...And I will lay you down and dress you in my hair and let you sleep in my eyes...

...And I will be your wake up call to the morning and be your breakfast in bed...

I'm sitting here thinking. The harsh light casting shadows that battle for space on the wall, and the constant ticking of the heating duct in the attic tell me of past-time loneliness.

I've been blessed with the joyous occasion of beating rain upon my face as she takes a stroll into the monday sunlight...

The blood billowed in the water like an oncoming storm, and all that went through my mind was how much I loved life.

Guard your mind, for it may be the last thing you ever have control over...

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