Fists up, I'll face your pure aggression. For happy times with you never hit even the climax of an orgasm. I figured faking it would make you feel more secure. But you won't know that. All the things I hid from you to make sure you would benifit. My sacrifice was in vain. Once you caught air like a newborn eagle would, you flew off to find a new victim to tear open. The breeze is what guided you blindly. You trusted something you couldn't see over the one who nurtured you. Maybe one day the emptiness of the sky will lead you in a storm of despair.