So sickly. 

Someone with such a heart 

Ready to do...anything.

And Everything. To get ahead. 

Destroy their friend for the drug called.

Ambition. 

Fear of losing to others

In turn. Losing

Themselves.

Fighting against those.

That love them. 

Stealing.

From the one that gave them.

Everything. 

Stealing? It was a gift. 

No. 

Destroying those who gave their all.

For their well-being.

What?

How could such....

When would they...?

Is it possible to be. 

So.

Cold. 

Dark and evil.

To breathe this air. 

To live this life and... 

Destroy it?

And yet, I wonder.

No, I know

I am sick. 

I am this sickly being.