I will do it. Tearing away your joyful
nature, I will hurt you. Release you into
pain. Easily, merrilly (it would be so
I could do it. Break your broken, chiseled bones.
Catch your vibrant dreams in my teeth and crush them.
Strip away a life. Understand, this nightmare,
wooden and hateful,
isn’t, wasn’t tenderly plotted. I do
not-- you are the criminal. Did you not know?
that my heart still beats when there’s no one-- Listen.
Don’t incomplete me.