"Tell me, what exactly do you see everytime you look in the mirror?"
"I see a world long drenched in blood. It's people rotted by a thousand years of neglect and abuse. I see everything that will be, an effigy of that which I do today. Hopeless. Heartbroken. A morose attempt at communication long lost in translation. A Distorted dream of life and love. Where all is opposite each other."
"Now why would it be that you see that?"
"I see it because it is my fate. The luckless bastard unfortunate enough to see everything in it's proper light. Too old to care. Too young to forget. I'm trapped in this view where I cannot help but notice. I cannot help but look again. Too curious. Much too curious."
"And how would you go about making it stop?"
"With suicide. With murder. With the confiscation of my heart and soul. The seeds that were sown within this abstract rotted mind, where once were little nothings whispering chalantly in my head, now press again my cracking skull with screams that beg to heard. Roots extending down my spine and feeding into my bones. I need to remove the head. The face that haunts my dreams. The shadow of a kiss that teases split lips."
"Do you want it to stop?"
"Yes. I mean no. I mean maybe. I don't know. I want to cut me free and spread wings free of misery. Yet still I want to dwell. To allow myself to be raped by this if it means she'll return."
"She?"
"Yes. The one I want to kill. The one I want to feel. The one who fills my heart with dread. My stomach with butterflies. Her eyes the path towards my own salvation. Yet her inhibitions the poison that corrodes my goals."
"Yet why do you persist?"
"Because through all my wisdom I'm still an idiot. Fueled by pride of self and the desire to not die alone. For all the flaws that strive within my existence. I'm still fucking human."
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