"And I'll take you down in the name of love. Maybe one last kiss just to ease the pain All or nothing it's written in blood" My New Years Resolution is to re-invent myself in the image of the old me. The new old me. Nobody said this was a good idea. I lost the thing that drew people in. The party in my soul and the scent of destruction. Everybody loves a good train wreck. I've been told that I don't have a healthy mindset and I reply that I've never claimed to own one. Which is more...threatening...a person who thinks that they are behaving in a normal, socially acceptable manner, that their thoughts are healthy, their actions pure? Or a person who has the capacity to accept that their path in life, their run to death is a risk with only negative outcomes? Am I being cryptic? Can you see my control slip with jerks through hands that spurn food and bless the knife?