Where are the people I once knew?
Where are the people who once knew me?

All those friends have long since gone
Blown and scattered like autumn leaves
some are lawyers, some are thieves
some are now behind the sun

The past is a rabid bitch. No lovebite, this. No vaccine, no salve.
And no escape, either.
The thing is, I let you do this. Gently correct your longsighted aim, and help you place the stake on the right spot on my chest. But this has gone on long enough. No more. At least, not till the masochism resurfaces.

^