  Bodily Harm
  ~~~~~~~~~~~
  I look into her eyes, and I see heaven.  The ground drops out from beneath
  me, and I know my fate.  She walks upon the sands of time, the years moan
  and howl as they grope for a taste of her skin.  As do I.  No, she isn't
  beautiful..not in a classic sense; more like a fire, as it dines upon its
  only love; more like the soft sigh of a knife as it pierces flesh.  I want
  to be with her now more than I can ever say, but she loves another.  Now
  I guess there's nothing left to do but beat my head against this wall,
  and ask why.

  Morat the Black [Assault] '93

