Here she comes again. I see her cast before me. Her cold, hollow eyes. Her unsightly smirk. Twisting into a grimace so familiar with my madness. I am looking through her eyes. I see my scarred heart. A heart destined for the deepest loneliness. She made her journey to me. reminiscing with my pain and suffering. She's succeeded in her destructive task. I shudder as she flees. Her laugh an echoing torment. Her antagonism left ringing in my ears. She'll be back. She waits for me. On a long drive home. In the flame of a candle. Under shivering sheets. In all the places I am alone.
