Once we were the best of friends, then one day the wind changes and you blew right out of my life.
Now i sit alone in a cold space in an endless time.... Every now and then you reappear in my mind.
A new light is shinning through my dark soul. I don't care to have my heart bleed again; nor feel the pain that proceeds with the blood.
Faintly I can hear the crying for mercy from the last bleeding. The soul tells a different tale of trying a new way.
May I fall for another lie, to my own surprise my heart will cry one more time. And one will chime in for on more laugh on my behalf. You think your so cute.
But i have the last laugh, the joke is on ....
""The real Monster is Man himself... a savage, selfish, murderous brute." (Kellerman