I wish I could tear you apart just to see you laugh uproariously. Sometimes, going without a smile for half a year doesn't give you the answers you need.

And sometimes it doesn't leave you your silence either!

Some things cannot end; they come in circles that raze everything to sequined pulp (just the way you've left me now). Sometimes, you leave for eternity and return to find that nothing about this world has changed. Just as black and red and broken as before.

Oh, there might have been dreams and there might have been doves! But murdering them, I've realized in a lovely shower of embers, has brought more laughter and more tears than harbouring them ever did.

Burn, burn, embers. I'd nurture you into an inferno if only I knew, but as always, I'm not competent enough to understand.

Never will be.

Now I'll watch your red feathers, no longer angelic, rip their own seams and die.

I'll slash you here, and here, and here—and hope you don't laugh, though I know you long to watch yourself bleed.

I always knew you were undefeatable. There isn't a need to explain it away, not now.