a film noir love story
its haunting me like it always does. i keep meeting the wrong people, they're all out to get me. the old ladies in the apartment building seem to be my only friends, and the drunks. they know me, they know what i did, but they dont judge me like the others. they see me as more of a hero than a villan, more than i can say for my superiors. im chasing her around, she keeps running, leaving a trail of dead behind her for me to clean up and take the blame for. but i leave my own trail too. if you get in my way, you have to pay. theres no turning back now. i have to find out the truth and i have to ease this pain inside. god damn streets of new york, or noir york as it has come to be known as lately. i dont know what else i can do, it all seems like ive done this before and it just left me with more questions than answers. but whatever, somethings need to be unknown, somethings need to be found out. i just want too much. the truth would be nice for a change. and so would a rest...thats what im waiting for...