With the blood smeared accross my hands as I lie accross the floor, I think to myself,

Was it worth it?

This is but one of the questions running through my blood stained head as my eyes begin to swell with fear and pain, wondering if things will ever be the same.
They never will be.

I can taste it now.
It's the taste of devistation, destruction,
The taste of blood.

Steel Froggy ~ 02/01/08