Sitting there blank and vacant. You don't want to cure this amnesia. I've already ruined so much of you; laid so much to waste. And I'm just going to keep erasing. There's no chasm if you can't see the sky.
It's difficult to admit, but you can't help but notice that things are different now. Now there's something in between your right and left hemispheres, something feeling like it's seeping into you,
