Subject to liability you say, well at least it was worth it to see your head   sliced in half like a tomato. Roots sewn by your blood and then nurtured   through your kisses. Crawling themselves effortlessly through my skin   manifesting on my insides, they grow and then pull me apart from the   intestines our while postmortem thoughts whirl around my head. How could I be   so blind? Evilness disguises itself so well. I'm better now anyway. Better   left for dead