• Watch me rot our of your heart and pour down the drain waving goodbye.
    You're my bad luck charm.
    Turn your head to the light. It's the only way out of this endless chase in the dark.
    Who's the victim here?
    Me or you?
    Or maybe it's the people whoare watching this unfold. This nasty game of good and evil where evil conqueres all.
    This is your last chance to say sorry, but you won't take it, will you?
    Your face is carved from stone; your heart, from ice. But you don't scare me.
    It's not the fall, it's the drop. When my fingers touch the pavement, you will know it's over.
    Your face is like a graveyard after a giggle.
    The silence reeks of death.
    Death of hope...love...
    It's like ripping over tears and gashes that have healed, to look at your face. My throat swells and I can't swallow. The lump in my throat is blocking my voice. The one in my head that screams, "Let go!"
    I've back-tracked to where I startec, and there you are. Welcoming and warm. If I could just keep you with me for one minute...
    It's unhealthy for me to stare, but I can't look away like you're whispering me to. I find myself shaking at the thought of you.
    You're presence intrigues me.
    You're the one. The one with the grip on my heart. You're the one that keeps squeezing. But when you let go, it hurts me more than trying to run away from you.
    I feel, a foriegner in your arms.
    Do I really belong to you?
    Coward.Coward.COWARD!
    My fingers turn purple with jealousy.
    I want to hold your face in my hands.


    ShellyGiauque