this is the sound of tooth against bone against cheering crowds and broken homes. so bite down...tell me how this concrete tastes. tell me for the last time that you're sorry so i can laugh out loud as i watch you struggle; broken, bloody, barely breathing. the truth is, there's been an autumn in me - it's been that way since may. and i've hoped forever...diminishing myself with my unconscious - and my shoes, ruined from running, have found their final resting place at the base of your skull. once again somebody else is left to clean up your mess.