I am darkness. I am illogicality. I am foolish. She is reason. She is psyche. She is desire. I can't breath around her. She ensnares me. I can't think of anything except her. She is always sulking into me.

Everyday, I watch her. Every night, I dream of her. Every second, I want her. She is always just out of reach. And I am left alone among hundreds. I am fake and arrogant and vain. There is no one there when I turn around.

I feel clumsy, blind, sinful; scornful. I am sinister. I am the dragon. Lately, my scales have lost their luster. Any my eyes no longer sparkle. I cannot feel my heart swell anymore. I cannot feel my heart at all. I am Malice, Revenge, and Pride.

And I am jealousy. And she is innocence. I am vicious. She is merciful. I am broken, worn and tired. And she can escape. And I am trapped.