Texty: Cannae. Troubleshooting Death. Lignum Vitae.

Subject to liability you say, well at least it was worth it to see your head
sliced in half like a tomato. Roots sewn by your blood and then nurtured
through your kisses. Crawling themselves effortlessly through my skin
manifesting on my insides, they grow and then pull me apart from the
intestines our while postmortem thoughts whirl around my head. How could I be
so blind? Evilness disguises itself so well. I'm better now anyway. Better
left for dead