i wonder, are you thinking what im thinking, while im strapping your limbs to the bed posts only to drain you of your blood?
or are you thinking something totally different?
the people who think they are closest to me are the ones who are furthest. the margins of sanity blur into night
and who is who becomes a horrible game. your smile is crooked and brings an awful burning, flickering within my gut.
but soon i will go against what awaits me and the teeth will grind so hard they break
can you help me? take a picture before i cover this in paint