Subject to liability you say, well at least it was worth it to see your headsliced in half like a tomato. Roots sewn by your blood and then nurturedthrough your kisses. Crawling themselves effortlessly through my skinmanifesting on my insides, they grow and then pull me apart from theintestines our while postmortem thoughts whirl around my head. How could I beso blind? Evilness disguises itself so well. I’m better now anyway. Betterleft for dead