(0112) until the ground disappears

your blood tastes good, but the emptiness dripping from their sweat tastes even better. i've seen all you have to offer i guess. your handouts are for the needy - not for me... even though i fit the description. running all the way back to the beginning without you. running like there's no tomorrow because there's not. diametric variations of methods used to combat insanity and insomnia are running out. i'm out of my mind... where are you? i wish i knew.