pray for malice

With the blood from my body
I could start my own still
But if drinking don't kill me
Her memory will...

my spirits and mood swings grow more and more mercurial. i've been sleeping less, which has rendered me a space cadet. i can't think straight. mental breakdown, kill spree, suicide blitzkrieg, what's it going to be, eh? the sadness is like thunder. i need to lie down. i need a night without dreams.