My friend said that she saw you last. That you talked a while. And it was good but sad. And I can't believe how long its been. I don't know what to do about it.
You've been working so hard. No one can tell. Why don't you try taking it easy. You're covered with sweat. And we're hardly there yet. Don't be ashamed of yourself.
My blood for you. My lover's bruise. My clothes are scattered. My skull is fractured. . One lock of your hair. In my grip. Tears on my lip. Cut from my bit.