i miss feeling safe.

the few years i was too stupid to even remember or understand the damage, i miss not those years, but the perception of safety.

im bigger than the past, the past is fake anyway and so is the future.

im not a sad story, i wont let that happen.

im a big kid now, im cool and im made of leather and i bleed anti-freeze, razor claws and an insatiable hunger.

having to choke on the blood does not deter me, nothing does.