Can you help me… Can you find me… Can you save me?
I stood up to you… but it was too late.
It is in moments like these I remember… what a sick bastard you were.
"The woods eats the woman and dumps her honey-body in the mud, Her dress floats down the well and it assumes the shape of the body of a little girl…"
Living in the moment… dying in the moment… it is all really the same.
I got bored.
"I am a lie." or so they tell me…. but am I really "Truth."
Finally, I have your heart.
Killing me? No sir it is what keeps me alive.
Sorry what scares me more is when you become a clown…