is that just blood on your hands?

friday 24th may 2002 @ 23:05

when i saw you leaning in close to her i didn't guess that you were more than friends. i didn't see the signs or smell the blood on your hands. i assumed that i had made no impact and had barely left a scratch on your bedpost. but maybe i was wrong. why else would you follow her female scent. did i open up new doors for you that would have otherwise remained untouched?

talk of murder rings in my informed ears and i will not rest tonight. i will search the shadows for movements and i will try to piece together the body parts.

i'm running in circles again and getting nowhere... "i would live a thousand lives if every one i lived could be with you". my heart is tired and my soul hungry. this search for sustanance is becoming a test in survival.