Now with my face and arm bleeding for you, I stand before you and call, praying for your audience. In a terrible way I have found satisfaction in this act. A satisfaction of confident victory through perseverance and diligience. The pins are begging to stab into my skin one by one, filling me with this sensation, a distraction from the ordinary, a chaos released, so pure and fine.
Now im failing right in front of you, my control is fading as I cut the memories that time has left, the neck and face she kissed, the arms she looket to for support, and my hands she held. My heart she treasured.
