I feel as if I have nothing left to offer you, parasite that you are.Go ahead. Sink your fangs in. You’ll be disappointed. I have nothing left to offer but these hollow veins and this battered heart. You see you were not the first, and I assure you they’ve done their job. They’ve taken what they could. Which is everything. Everything their pincers and tendrils and claws could take. Everything their mouths could draw out of me they’ve taken. Now it’s your turn and I have nothing but a vast emptiness that delves into what once were glorious depths. You call. I answer as nothing answers. With silence.