Self-centredness. Greed. Conceit. Arrogance. Ignorance. People. Can I kill them? Please? In some humane way - if there is such a thing. Perhaps something quick, painless, no lingering on, no ache, maybe something sweet, a quick slide into delerium before winking out in some rapturous event. A far sight better than the more prevalent practice of backstabbing. Perhaps that is the real reason why we have seperate vertebrae, why we have a spine. Your blade, so shiny yet dull, I feel it slowly creep in. Oblivious I stand there smiling foolishly. I knew that you'd do it, I'd known since I met you. You are the same as all that have come before you. You attempt to make me believe you're different. Like a lonely fool I too want to believe it. You lie. You stab. I bleed. How sweet is my blood? The sugar of my soul has crystallized throughout. Are you laughing? I feel you, I feel you trembling with desire over my violated remains. Can't you just save me? Can you not just gather me up in your arms? I could still trust you - you won't tear me apart again. Please, I believe your words, your hollow emptiness, I can be the one to fill it. You... are different, aren't you my Lady? Damn it why can't you be? I need you. Alas, I see you for your lies, and I had you believing me, didn't I? You thought I'd fall again. You figured you'd have some more fun with me, didn't you? Didn't you? If I laugh at you, and your pitiful attempts to belittle your actions, will you be satisfied? Will you feel that you have done nothing wrong? You wish me to destroy you, I can see it plainly in your eyes. It calls to me, this ache of yours. You fear that within yourself is that which will destroy you, but if someone else does it, you have no need for responsibility. You don't want that responsibility do you? Don't try to push that on me. I need to take responsibility for myself, and that's a hard enough task. I can't save you, until I have learned to save myself. Sometimes I wish there was an escape from this being - although there shouldn't be any reason for it. An average life with a relatively easy path - where does this thought come from? Loneliness. Introspection. Oblivion. Inspiration. Deprivation. Enlightenment. Depression. My oblivious stare will penetrate deeper than you expect, deeper than your backstabbing blade, and into realms most believe don't exist. I see that which others ignore. I observe totality and reveal that which but brushes your periphery. I watch the shadows, and trust them more than my own soul. ::devoid8