your lips are filled with blood. my hands are animal paws. I've become everything I hate. your eyes are desperate-- My mouth has worn thin. we are everything I abominate. your touch is relentless      and my will is weak, and my mind is steam. I've become the image that I've always pierced angrily with words. we are deperately clinging to the moment. And lost in bittersweet tastes... That will be rancid in an hour.