there's burning in the back of my eyes, screaming in the back of my mind, it's impossible to think and breathe.
i'm sure you meant well, but i'm left a shell, and this isn't what you meant to achieve.
i can't forgive or forget. and the sight is too loud. the sounds so profound. the skin is too hot.
it's seared in my head. the spy is dead, but at least a blade is cold when it's not.
fuck you. i'm gonna ru(i)n my life how i want to.














