von_geisterhand

Funeral music.
Sex scenes.
Stabbed with an icicle, the perfect murder-weapon.

If you come looking, (if), you won't find me in a better mood.
You find me rooting in the shit of my memory, at every corner only finding that yes,
the past was a crap as I remember it,
these people are not your friends and, in fact, they never were,
what the fuck did you ever hope to find there?

All you found was all there was to find, which is to say:
Disappointment and frustration