If you’re SO SURE that you’re never coming back Siren, then why the f*** haven’t you gone away and left me to die? I can’t handle this purgatory any longer, just choose, Heaven or Hell, where will you send me? The only difference between the two for you is who you hold in your arms. I’m too broken to try to squeeze blood from a stoner any longer. I’m fresh out of hope, unless you have some to spare, your attention only serves to salt my freshly-stitched heart wounds.
