"I'm bleeding," he says as I start awake.

"From where?" I mumble.

He slides his pants to the ground to reveal deep, thick slices on and between his legs. A crimson river stains the bed pink.

* * *
"To do, to do..." the caterpillar mused. "NOTHING to do."

I've decided to fix it...
And kill the caterpillar from within.

"You float like a feather in a beautiful world... you're so fucking special."
-Radiohead, Creep

Yes
No
Do nothing