A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)

Bleed Me A River

            I cannot withstand these elements and the roaring silence in the one sunlit corner of my asylum.

            For what has a heart to love and arms to hold, he too has a mind to hate and words to hurt, but walls around hearts are made not of stone or steel. They are made of dreams and fears and things so easily broken.

            This life be it so very short is so full, so full my heart bleeds by and by. On and on and someday it will run dry.