“Having wounded each other, the two of us licked each other's wounds.
Damaged goods both, we sought out each other.
"If you want to die tomorrow, I'm ready for my life to end tomorrow - if you care to live for today, then so will I," I vowed out loud.
Thus begins the tale of the wounded ones.
A tale of blood that splattered red and dried up black.
The tale of our never-to-heal, precious wound.
I will tell it to no one.”