Oh, Well. At Least My Blood Is

I No Longer Feel Any Allegiance To These Monsters Called Human Beings, Despise Being One Myself.

I Pull The Sleeping Bag Up To His Chin And Kiss His Forehead, Not For The Audience, But For Me. Because I'm So Grateful That He's Here, Not Dead By The Stream As I'd Thought. So Glad I Don't Have To Face Cato Alone.

The Damage, The Fatigue, The Imperfections. That's How They Recognize Me; Why I Belong To Them.

Its Not In My Nature To Go Down Without A Fight Even When Things Seem Insurmountable

Stay With Me. Always.