If you were to ask me how long I've been running for, I don't even think I could answer. I just don't know anymore. I'm a sucker for weakness and the blood covering my floor. It's all that I have left to remind me of the girls I've loved before. Believe me when I say that I love you, angel, because I do - but accidents will happen...and they do. Courtesy came calling with her best friend common sense, unaware that malice and manipulation had taken up residence. Caring came to the crime scene, but bloodlust beat them back so apathy could laugh with his compadres and anger could attack. Hey, honey, hold my hand and hope for heaven because I just can't help myself. Even angels end up burned and buried in my backyard...and you, you're just like everyone else.