I know not why you cloud my mind. You are an inconvenience. You hurt me. You greet me with hollowed eyes and crimson words- I almost thought you had lead on your tongue. Soot drips from your lips, charcoal and broken, gagging me wide open like a serpents mouth. You had not wanted me, you didn’t want anyone. You wanted the thrill one gets from manipulation, and I see right through you. I see right down to the core of that grotesque heart, it is unsightly, but you don’t bat an eye. You, you brute, you devil wide open; the all mighty entitled Mephistopheles- you strip me of my wings and wonder why I hate you.