2004-10-27 -- 12:25 a.m. Nothing. Comes to mind. Even though. Your words haunt my mind. Your face. Resembles an image. In my head. Why. Must. You. Do. This. To me now? Why? Can’t I. Just forget. You? What have I done? What has he done? Death. So shallow in my heart. So wronged. I was. Teaming with. Spirits I don’t know. Feelings. I never had. You. Took them away. Jitter my knife. Still wet with in. Its Sheath. Blood soaked. My fingers. Blood soaked. My arms and head. Not. Though. Not my own.