It caught me off guard.
A real, honest, apology...

Am I a bad person?
I didn't know it was trauma...

We sit here
and wait...

It's not the bite of the
wind or the regret...

I'm trapped in another
nightmare...

You try to justify
another murder...

October is freely bleeding
from our veins...

Everything about this night
is wrong: the heat of autumn...

It's back again,
gnawing...

i don't know how she does it; after
waking up before dawn for two days...

You didn't read the forecast today,
didn't plan on the heavy raindrops...

A steady pulse
then everything crescendos...