Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. This halfway
house is home to a madman. His ghosts, and his
perfect song. This year has been bruised and
broken in so many ways that days have long since
been abolished.

But If all of this could bring my love back to
me... I'd do away with the drugs and the
drink...and the body count could cease. I've
sensed her here, but I know that we're destined to
stay seperated. ...and this is all my fault. For
what it's worth. It's worsening, and my song
demands an ending...closure. Karma can't control
the beast. I've born to swallow us whole. Yes, my
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So forgive me, love, I'm choosing a fitting end to
the abusing. Last night, I leapt through the
ceiling. There was just something appealing about
leaving my body behind and coming through as you
circled overhead. I said all the things that had
been missing from the funeral that I had been
forbidden from taking any part in. You forgave me
for everything while the victims of the song
sounded their applause. "The doctor has to
go." was the last thing that you said as I
found my body back in bed ...but then, i guess
it's always been his job to fix this.