By The Way, I Know

You Love Me. Real Or Not Real?" I Tell Him, "real.

You’ve Got About As Much Charm As A Dead Slug.

That's When I Hear The Scream. So Full Of Fear And Pain It Ices My Blood. And So Familiar. I Drop The Spile, Forget Where I Am Or What Lies Ahead, Only Know I Must Reach Her, Protect Her. I Run Wildly In The Direction Of The Voice, Heedless Of Danger, Ripping Through Vines And Branches, Through Anything That Keeps Me From Reaching Her. From Reaching My Little Sister.

It Is A Perfect Weapon

Five Years Later I Still Wake Up Screaming For Him To Run