Your touch does not warrant compassion, love or understanding from me. Your hand upon my person was an offering of malice and selfish intention bathed in the promise of gifts bearing pain, suffering, destruction of my will.
Your gaze is a broken agreement between civil humans; who under the guise of smiles, pledged time spent with each other to be free from fear, confusion and sadness. Your disguise to live among us has been revealed.
Your approach went noticed. Your proposal is accepted. We are now engaged and have entered an agreement...till death do us part.
Your hurtful embrace has asked me to express myself through the smoke of my confusion in attempt to understand your actions upon me.
As a loving and kind human, I can only attempt to offer you gifts to stop your behavior.
I offer you gifts of rage. I force upon you my hospitality of chaos, violence and devastation. You have come to me...and now you cannot leave.
You had an un-expiring invitation of peace and brotherhood from me as we two are humans together. You chose to give me your ugliness; to take what I have earned. In return I give to you my evil; my hell. I give to you, the gift of my war.
When you leave, tell those you meet of the gifts you received at my hand and the abundance of their servings. Tell those who share your greed of the brief thought that filled your mind of taking my time, my spirit, my health and my life.
Tell them all that you were met on your journey, not by a wise man who showed you the path of enlightening ways; rather, you met the creator of your pain, your fear, your broken-ness...you met the one who took all.
You and I must part. We must cease to be engaged in our debate for our union was not meant to be.
I leave you with my will seared into your soul. I give you my ruthless hand to shake your throat as if I were saying goodbye to a parting friend.
I am not saddened at your leave, I am not pining for your return. You came into my life for a reason and asked from me what no other has ever dared to.
Our time spent was brief, your invite was unexpected yet, I answered...your last breath will pass along your dissipating thoughts. Your eyes widen and fill with watery tears of confusion. I see as you reach out to me pleading to stop my gifts.
Shhhh. Its over now. You can rest, sleep, embrace the blackness that is coming over you.
You had a choice, you picked violence over love. I had a choice too...I chose to defend myself.
