I Had to Watch You Die

You torture me. You do worse than whips and chains and ropes. Worse that spikes and knives, worse
than Yoko Ono. Worse than Jim performing Shakespeare. You torture me in a way that couldn't,
shouldn't be possible. You reach inside me, reach into my soul and grab my very essence, and you
twist. The agony is worse than anything physical could even dream of being. The pain is
excruciating. It can't be happening. But it is, and it can't be stopped. It's like slowly burning
inside. And god, it hurts.
I know your torture isn't intentional, you rarely inflict it upon me, but when you do... god, it
burns. It freezes. It's not intentional; the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.
What you did was noble, like all those other things you did. Brave as hell. But this time, when
you twisted, it broke and you fell. I could fell you fall, but I didn't feel you land. And then
came the worst torture of all.
I had to watch you die.

A/N: Yes, I am FIXATED with TWOK. The whole 'Dying-here-take-my-katra-REMEMBER' thing got to me.
Course, might have something to do with the fact that all I can get my hands on are the movies.
^^ Whatever. I wanna see 'Mirror, Mirror'. Donation accepted. Oh yes, and no offense to Yoko Ono
fans. 'Kiss Kiss' has put me off.