Glued, mended hearts still leak blood.
The people we were are dead.
Rumors. A bird chirped. She cried.
Wipe the slate clean. Erase them.
Missing. How long until they notice?
His screams were her sadistic pleasure.
Behind my walls, he found nothing.
I pulled the trigger. It's okay.
Her brain once housed many minds.
Peace. When my heart stops beating.