What's it feel like, to know nothing affects me and that all your words that you have ever said to me are simply that, words, with about as much tangible quality as a leaf that brushes by the cheek of a child on a cold autumnal day? What's it feel like, to know that you don't matter to me, that I don't care whether you live or die or rot in hell? What do you feel, every time you tell someone you love me? Did you know that every time you do so, God kills a kitten? Please, baby, think of the kittens. Think of you and me and what will never ever be because in my eyes you are nothing, you are worthless, you are a liar and an empty shell filled to the brim with all the bullshit you ever fed me and anyone connected to you...or do you think at all? Are you like me, have you ceased to feel all things in conjunction with my name, with my flower, with my sickeningly triumphant joy at not having you here or there or anywhere, anything, to do with me? No, you're not like me, are you. You never were...you can never hope to be. I was always out of your league, aichou. And now, now that I've destroyed you, now that I watch you pick up the pieces of your pathetic hopes, what am I supposed to feel? Don't answer that, dearest, because we both know nothing you ever say can have any effect on me ever again. You do not control me, and you never had my heart...that is destined for someone twenty times greater than you, you sad excuse for a human being. And you call yourself a man. I've seen boys with more life in their eyes than you, you worthless bag of shit. Do you know what's it's like for me, to watch you struggle and know that all along I've had you pinned down with the ferocity of my gaze, the sway of my hips, the shape of my lips? One whispered word would send you careening to the floor to kiss the very ground I walk on, and don't I know it? Lucky for you, my dearest beloved, I'm not as much of a sadist as everyone thinks me. And, again, lucky you, because I have no desire for you and never did. You were always attracted to my flame like a moth to the bright lights, weren't you? But don't you know, baby, that those moths die? It's a good thing you got away when you did, because I would have burned you up just like I do everyone else. Face it babe, you couldn't of handled me. And not just you, so don't feel bad. I only let people walk all over me because even the tiger is docile when not hungry. But I have every potential, every wile, every ounce of cleverness that God did not give you, my sweetest. I could destroy you so utterly that you would have no desire to breathe ever again. And I could do it all from the comfort of my own power zone. You fear me, and I own you. This, my darling, is a warning. Don't cross me. *** I enjoyed that. One knows who one is. if you think it was aimed at you, it wasn't, so stop being assuming, egotistical losers, filled to the brim with jealousy of me and hope for their own martyrdom by slander. ooh, feisty. I am in a surprisingly ecstatic mood, ya'll!