I wounder if he even knows that I am aware of his gaze, his straining eyes attempt to see me through this purple haze, his eyes me like the spider, hunting, waiting, for the fly, what he doth not know is that spiders watch spiders when they hide. He thinks I have never turned my back, never surveyed my cameras the room, I'd let him know that one false step could lead him to his doom. Alas I won't for truth I don't for this moment's emotion is, the very eye, the very ear , the bration, that is his. Or is it missed, I ask myself oh could this be for true, I did this all unto my self, an entertaining ruse. If I could live forever, and I could act today, I'd slap the face that scorned me and coolly walk away. Yet listen not to my desires or jovial nature tis true that in the span of eons all is mercurial. You too.