But it's so much easier to ignore the pain. Bleed through those wounds that wear his name, just to ease my insane. My devotion has turned dry, it all leaked out; running from my eyes. Still, there's more to my knotted breath, than all of these lonely cries. For far too long I've been sleepless and disturbed. Quicksand like thoughts, aching and absurd. I carry our secrets in my pocket; my mirror image more than haunted. Tonight I'll sacrifice the demons he left in my chest. Once I cut them out, maybe I can finally rest... -HMG