What’s that in the distance?  Oh, it’s just a lion ripping apart my precious, caring heart.  And over there?  Oh, it’s the jackals and hyenas laughing as my misfortune… my misfortune of being alive and of caring too much.  The iciness of your soul is slowly freezing me over, and I can’t get myself to stop it.  I hate you, Lion, for taking my heart the way you did.  I never wanted to give it to you, and you couldn’t even treasure it.  You think you’re such a badass… but what kind of animal looks forward to killing you, to ripping you apart from the inside out and then watch you while you bleed?

As I lay here, in a gallon of my blood darkened with rage, my eyes flying back and forth between the darkness and the light, I can feel the rest of my body go completely numb, and I love it.  More, I say, cover me in NOTHING.  Make me feel NOTHING.  I don’t want to hate you, I don’t want to love you… I want NOTHING with you.  Nothing and everything, everything and nothing, left and right, right and left… up and down.  Up and down.  Here it comes.  Up and down… I lose my consciousness and then it hits me…