#thebyron

So here I was again,... bodies. I can't count how many, sweat streaming into my eyes. Am I crying too? No.I feel like I should move. Threatened. Still panting, arms heavy, shit am I holding two guns? Two hot in the middle of a warm smoking pile; where am I. Who am I? What just scowered my head clean? Need a plan, but right now I'm too cold, sweating scared of some kind of triumph. I cheated someone somehow someway somewhen. Yeah When am I? Who am I with right now?I mean I'll always love Sammy but, wait is that a cat-staring at me?...