Harping Over The Glow Of Death

What kind of defense should I put seeing that I know how false and insignificant it is to remember all of the things I had wanted for you. Do you remember cutting your arms? First thing I wanted, was for you to know how I thought cutting your arms was fluidly beautiful. I can't even begin to go over it again, marking your terrors as my own when I never had the chance to love you.