Thoughts whirling, whirling Begging them to stop for a minute, please My Kanas gone make me sadder By flicker, hand is writing Tears are salty on my lips Romanesque of one last kiss Dead or dying, gravestones come to mind I knew you and you knew me But now, your closet lies empty Your perfume still lingering With the smell of decroded flesh The ring stays in a box, in a closet Faraway, like a dream unbroken One last thought ill whisper to you I LOVE YOU. yessss, very odd. i found it in one of my old notebooks. Torturing Hatori...isnt only fun...its a HOBBBBY!!!thanx u! its very nice to know ya got this far w/ out bein' killed by my idiotness...yet..ahahah!i loves all ya people! and i loves hikaru!