I dream of bloody rains caused by samurias slaughtering each other with katanas.

[xxhatebredxx]

I stick to my sheets like failed reproduction.
Soaking up on sloowing down and the only thing
worse then being alone is when I'm not alone.

I am in love with what I've lost.
I do not want what I got.

I release my weakness that flies feed from.
It never is anything until it's over.

Nothing is right but I can't find the wrong.
I always change my mind.
And if theres is a need then I need it now.
Cause the closer we get the further I feel.

All of my love is collecting dust.
I'm shivering with lonliness.
An uncomfortable routine of staying
somewhere in between lost and found.