Rest now. You are exhausted. I'm guessing that sleep will shelter the pain and let us drift into the morning safely. God only knows what will happen when the first memory drifts back into my head. We are on thin ice. I'm dying for you to know me. to trust me. to love me. Would you hold onto my hand if I were the one to fall? To pull me from this sea of lies? Or would you rather jump in head first and drown yourself? You are in spite of my angel. You are the spite in my angel. But I know my spite with angels. I will cut you into pieces. I will hurt you. I don't want to hurt too. Never meant to hurt you. I want you so bad. I have for so long. For those who don't know, Tori has been such a strong anchor in my stormy life over the last few years. She has been through so much shit and has STILL put up with my madness. She has been willing to sit for me and with me without complaint. She help to heal me. She helps protect me - often from myself. ~yOshi