I see you, hiding behind my mind’s eye, mocking me, playing me like your puppet, you give me the most magnificent dreams, your own lofty aspirations and then refuse to give me the strength to realize them. You bloody miscreant, you fill my head with your lies, your personal delusions, make me smart enough to see a problem but never smart enough to solve it. You give with one hand and then take with the other. A man once said you are just a child with a magnifying glass and everything to you is just a game, he was probably right. I searched for you for so long, yet you hid your face from me.
Ah yes, silence. No bother, I wasn’t expecting an answer anyway.
I see you, hiding behind my mind’s eye, now I understand why you hid so much, you fugly little thing, with eyes like that perhaps you are a child, not so powerful right now are you? Well the jig is up. i've come to collect old friend.
