she sits in the dark corner in the back of my mind, rocking back and forth crying(no one can hear her but me); he leans against one of the walls in one of the many corridors of my head cutting yelling obcenities at anyone trying to help him; he stands at the front of the brain, the doorway to all that is my conciousness protecting all behind him from outside forces(the gatekeeper); she stands by the gatekeeper ever vigilant, but never knowing what to do or where to turn----forever lost un-named; and she like a mother watches them all from the center never moving, making sure that all goes according to plan---we shall provail, this curse is a blessing in disguise... no one believes us... we are alone as one, together.. she claimed to make us better.... she did... i believed what her predecessor said till she came along(that dead girls don't cry) nevermind, it's all a lie... i miss her, oh i miss her... but she's this knife in my back, a thorn in my side... black blood-no love, no red