no idea. happy birthday. things were different last year.
03/22/2005 10:41 a.m.


There's skeleton in my closet.
I lay in bed and smell burning flesh in my dreams,
pressing a piece of your cheek to mine in the dark.

at this time last year I sucked your bones dry,
licking the marrow from my lips.
I can still taste you everywhere, on everything.
sometimes I can't help myself.
human emotion is futile. I told you this.

We do nothing but fight, and love, and fuck
and do it over again. sometimes I can't help myself.
you break my heart and I returned the favor.
I'm sorry if it hurt you any. I did it for you.

I have a skeleton in my closet.
when the lights fall dim I hold him close.


I am listening to Fear before the march of flames