The first cut was the hardest
But thats how it usually is right?
Taking the plunge, that first time, the heavy feeling that creeps into you chest
But it got easier after that
The second cut still hurt... not me of course, but I'm sure it hurt
Scream for me
Or i will keep cutting
You used to beg me without abandon
To touch you, feel you, hold you, take you
Beg me to just talk to you, to listen to you
Please just scream for me
I'll start at your throat
Maybe the screams are just getting stuck on the way out, afraid of what they might sound like
But your not screaming, why aren't you screaming?
They must be lost in your chest, held back by your heart, for fear of their release
SCREAM FOR ME!
I will tear into you until i find them!
They have got to be in your gut. Thats where they hide, beaten down by your inability to look at me anymore.
I still love you, but I will make you scream

If i should fall a day to soon
Then let me rest at least till noon

When i wake don't let me say
That i awake to hate this day

When morning comes we'll see the light
And then ill know we've won the fight

I will not lay down, be stepped on, or trampled. As a king adorned in purple this would be unbecoming. To wage a war against a force driven by my own hand would, simply put, be foolish... I have split the arrow in two, but with the bow of another so the feat is not mine to claim. A change in the winds that rush forth from the open wounds that mar my body leave no tree end on. The worst place I have ventured in leaves me distraught and anxious. A coward. Rebuilding when yet another attack looms on the horizon seems fruitless. Long live the King! Alive is the King. Dead yet, are his intentions.