i blame You for this
t r a s h e d feeling in my
heart,
oh sWeET
song of mine.

Under a younger sun
                                perhaps
                     ­                         You
might have saved my life.

                       xox
                       grim reaper

Ran, i
{ r { a } n }
with my heart beating, beating, beating I
Think.
and in my running , a thought   !~<    Ripped    >~!   into my chest as I threw myself                                                           ­                                                                 ­                                                      Forwards:
t­hat I would perpetually toss myself out
                                                             ­        w i n d o W s
for Him.
the whole of my insignificant existence.

He made sure to show I belonged to him.
And of course his trade mark,
was a bruise.