long days and drunken nights haunted by brown eyes that stare right through me. so close I can feel your breath upon my lips. most snipers kill from
it's the best in midwestern technology. this place, this town, is breaking me. excuse me but you don't seem human. eyes are vacant. could it be that
alive? billions of bodies away from you. billions away from you. I lost my hand. all this time without you. I'm dying. I lost my hand. this bruise is permanent
phone calls from another place, these days they rarely come. calls that I can't answer. does it burn as bad for you as it does for me? I'm afraid to
I will meet you underwater. dressed in white. your eyes ablaze. tonight you'll sleep out on my couch while I lie in bed all night awake. a room away
