Dreaming of you seems so incredibly foreign.
The blood spillt on the floor and burned the walls to the ground.
Lifeless beings we've now become.
Searching for an increased understanding.

You buried my wrists with your cuts.
You, the scavenger, taking all my blood, my life!
My walls were glass and I thought I was safe.
But, Alas, you threw your knives at them and broke them!

Confounding my anger, I became angry for so long.
Oh, how you must be so sick, because you are so cold.
I'll heal, but did you learn anything?
But you don't - you feel no guilt at all.