it's funny how the spill of blood poisons your vision, makes it hard to read what's written so you try to listen to the rhythm but it's hard to listen to the rhythm, when the rythm has no wisdom and traps you in a prison of bad decisions, killing every ounce of love you once had I think I've gone quite mad, everyone else thinks it's quite bad! trying to remind me of what I once had. and even though it's sad. I can't help but feel glad!