i'm not empty.
i tell myself i'm not a void.

as soon as you left,
i let my guard down.

it's your fault you missed it.

as i'm analyzing the blood-splatter,
i see traces of your other victims' faces.

the crime i'm paying for is not my own.

if something made me,
it must have seen this coming.

i feel sorry for her,
the one that hasn't arrived yet.

i withdrew before she was even an idea.
if i didn't, i'd make a mess of things.

apathy, too, my friends
is a form of self-defense.