"Come down... And waste away with me... Down with me... Slow how You wanted it to be... I'm over my head Out of her head She sang... And I wonder When I sing along with you If everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this good again The only thing I'll ever ask of you You gotta promise not to stop when I say when she sang..." --- Everlong by Foo Fighters ~*~*~ In which Frank is kinda hopelessly confused about life, and feeling absolutely dreadful. Everything is so chaotic, in the worst way possible. Until one day, when dear chaos delivers a particular being to Frank's door. And maybe Frank is way too lonely to give a damn about where this being came from, or what it's intents are. All he wants for now is to have someone to just waste away with him. Nothing more, and nothing less. ~*~*~ [Trigger Warning; This one shot contains blood, depression related topics being discussed, and gore.]