3:22 a.m. - 2007-06-05
Cancererous Lion
From twenty-one to twenty-two, when the heart and body devided too. Then the anguish also grew, and I had no clue as to what to do. Unsure if anybody ever knew. Mixed-up, taring myself up inside, wishing it would finally get through.

What a wrong time to look for love. The buildings are collapsing, and the gun shots are overheard. They conspire to kill us, but don't they know that we'll do it first? The body can't function without the heart, and honey, you're about to brake mine.