...you let this die..watched it drain of life and wither...standing like a reactionless killer over the last breaths and bloodied corpse that was once pure....the knife held firmly out of view...
all is lost as you stride away into the haze..
no tears,
now i turn and leave it too.
but i'm too scared to let anyone get close to me.
.. yarr and raise you a 
.. hwraaaawr....ooooh
, a 
, a 
and a 
, but no llama.
