dead_on_arrival aM i DiStUrBeD? These bruises can fade, But the pain never goes. This torment increase, And the blood: overflow. The look in your eye As you turn once more, To strike my faults down That I know you abhor. As I connect with your pain That I cause you each day, Why do I drive you to this? As you stand over where I lay. Each time I do you wrong You are sorry to see my fate, And your love devours your pain: Your love undoes your hate. As your heart becomes remorseless And my skin becomes as stone, As your judgment becomes biased Then my mind becomes my own. Picking up the pieces Of my ever broken heart, I am at last ready to tell my tale, But my soul is too cold to impart. 050109 what's it to you? who go blather from