I have too goddamned many of these things. ah well. filled with seeming novels and endless stories. necromantic tragedies embedded in us. broken glass to avoid in it all. dragonflies in a bottle wither away. just like us. you know you want to. pins and needles into us. beaded drops of our blood. feeling its warmth beneath this ghostly outline of an illusion known as life. we can't begin to explain so simply to you. an inevitable hole. a shot to your mind. kisses cannot cure. just like us. you know... and the coffee sets in next to the treasured bloodstain. help me stay like this. justus. you know you want to. an unwritten tragedy we know the words to. you mystery holds to me i can't escape. tears collected by this twisted mind. i can't help but dream. keep it all. it's just empty here when you're with me. hidden all of your falses... impressions. ...beneath... you're just like me. just like me. pretend it was just a nightmare. i know you want to. hold me close. we'll fall away and into something. just like them. you know you want to. This bloody feeling envelops us into reddened warmth of something never known. i know... i know...