And you somehow find a way to infiltrate every space, every nook and every cranny of both my conscious and subconscious, pushing my sanity to the brink of extortion, blindly leading it over the falls, while softly crooning, it'll be all better quite soon, of that I know. You, whispering at my ear, with your twisted methodologies, as one by one you gently remove the pins that so direly hold me together. I shall say no brutality will come of this, as thou art as thou doth, but haven't thou sinned so greatly without reprise? How could the masochism go so far unchecked, and with what wrong do I owe the swiftness of the blade to? As my pleas fall on those ears of the deaf, I wonder aloud, how in the finalities of this will it all work, and with what will you have to show of the great defeat in the settled mist. Blood spattered on your face, what more could the actions' simplicity say, and what deformation could arise from this horrid being now trapped inside of thou. Darkness lies within you insignificant one, and as thou art as thou doth, you wield your sword over head to the sun, crying out the implications of the past. Twisted soul, what has become of you now? Cringing ever smaller, shrinking until unrecognizable by the world, lurk back into the shadows from which you came. Tender soul, you do not belong, passionate being, you reside here no more. Now flee back until the darkness envelops you, until you cannot see anything but yourself. We are but distant candlelight to you now, those who you have wronged. The need within you is too great, and of that you know. As of now, no longer shall you disgrace the souls of the living with your insanity. What hath she placed within you, insignificant one? Inside you, she hath fell your heart, and taken it back to her hearth. Love lives no longer within you, compassion, a now distant foe. Pity shall not be granted though, as in the darkness, tortuous senses become extravagant, and jealousy and envy become great fires, tongues licking at your heels. You shall not run fast enough, insignificant one, as consequences catch quicker than colds. Soon now, your demise shall come, and soon now, we shall watch from above as you languish in your defeat, insignificant to the world.