Walk away, yet they still live in your head, huh? Tell me about it!

: Her words clove through me like a scythe through my chest.
: Random, taking lung, ribs heart and a bit of scapula with
: it. Death himself could not have done better. Bleeding as I
: was from an old, but very open wound, I finally decided,
: what the fuck, maybe I can heal.

: I’ve lived to long to be imprisoned. The familiar yoke no
: longer applies. My wounds are one of forced intransigence,
: living by the rules. My duality screams in the dome of my
: mind. I cannot be one of this world Lightning strikes time

: demands my response.

: Yet I live, here and now. Damn it’s really fucking easy to
: wield a sword, kill the sonbitch, go home and see his face
: every night.

: In your minds eye.

: You always see the sonbitch. That’s the one ticket she can’t
: understand.
: You lift your child and give her all you’ve got,
: But in the back of your head

: In your mind’s eye.

: You see the replaying fucking image of the man you wasted.