how would i even live without your venom in my soul, blinding myself with rage for your benefit? without your claws in my chest, dragging me out through these streets every day like a fish on a hook? what... what would be the point of such a quiet life? i would take a thousand blades for you before i lay down and waited to die in this mausoleum of a house. why shouldn't i?
i was not created to hide and luxuriate, and i certainly was not made to watch.









