There's no more faking. I see you looking slightly nervous. I wonder what its like to get burned so bad that even your ego peels. You're horribly horrible at this game. You try to forget me, but I know better. And you know damn well that I'm still that little voice in the back of your head. Too bad its only legal to kill people on pieces of paper. I don't have any ulterior motives. Believe me, I don't want to put you on a guilt trip. I know that eventually your thoughts will consume you. That's more than I could ever do. Now that I've gotten back into the habit, these words are flowing a lot easier. I can't wait until the color bleeds out of that beautiful face of yours. It'll be nice to see you as frail as everything you destroy. I've wasted way too much time trying to bring back a lost cause. For now just hold your breath and smile. There's not much else you can do when the world is falling down around you.
