Well how did you become such a miscreant? Far beyond a little deviant—was it happen chance?—on a headlong quest for romance? You turn your back on yourself so easily. Your needs are emotional and so measly. It’s best to just divert it all away. The way it all goes downhill. So fast away…so fast away… You, on the other hand. Know nothing of the death you bring. It eludes your perception. An insignificant encryption in your eternal suffering of a thing. It is you that wrought the pain—did you forget again? You’ve sewn lethargic prayers to the back of your eyes. You’re the keeper of your lies. You are the lynchpin of your own misery… …removing the lynchpin from my head. Oh yes I can see again, my dearest friend…x3 …as it clambers to the floor, I can see you once again…my dearest friend: