I don't know who should apologize, you or me.

I truly don't.

-

I never liked not knowing things.

My dislike promptly gave birth to the insatiable thirst for knowledge that my peers all know me for so well.

my thirst was what made me, to them.

Raito would be nothing if not for his genius and his hunger to become a smarter genius.

you...[chuckle], you saw the core of me.

deeper, I daresay.

-

would I liked to have known you?

...good question.

let's see. things I like to know include useful pieces of information, information that benefits, people that benefit, anything that benefits me. things that makes everything, or even a little something, a bit better.

my heart [if I still have one] is [was?] certainly more than a 'little something' to me.

it's an essential organ needed to stay alive, and therefore to feel good, and therefore to not be in anguish and agony, and therefore an essential tool for becoming God of the new world.

essential, but oh so troublesome...

... because it represents mortality.


it represents you.

-

at the moment, at least.


at the moment, when I think of you all I can associate the subject matter with is 'death'.

ironic...and I was never much for irony.

-

for you died, L.

because of me; and that's also another first.

since when did anything in our 'relationship' (God the sting of that word) happen 'because of me'?

well, alright. you instigated the handcuffs because of me, but technically, that was the start of our relationship.

everything else was clinical before.

it's hard to keep it that way when you're chained to someone, however.

-

and ... connected, to you, close up, it was like observing an entirely new species with the fascinated calmness that you'd expect from a scientist observing a old one.

strange.

which was, obviously, why I was intoxicated.

with you.

because, of you.

-

so many things happened, then, because, of you.

because of you, i learnt how to do more than like.

(love.)

because of you, i've experienced a new firebrand of hatred.

(and betrayal.)

because of you, i've known what it feels like to die and feel so fucking alive at the same time.

(my gravestone should be floating.)

because of you, i know what it's like to be drunk with sobriety.

(intoxicated, remember?)

because of you, i'm now alone.

(i didn't mind it until you chained us)


(& chained not as in, cufflinked together with metal, chained as in, roped and tied and gagged with a uncomfortable, hellish, high feeling.)

because of you, i fell face first past love, into what inevietably comes after...

death.

---

i tried thinking of you in small bits, but i failed.

cracked.

last night, to be specific. i thought about you so much, i cracked some more.

did you know? after you put in the first one, the breaks just won't stop coming.

after you struck the stone crevices of my heart into opening, all the cracks just keep coming.

you can see the spiderweb pattern on it now.

ironic, because you're the real spider.

the real killer.

-




PROSE?

Or poetry? :/

Tobecontinued!! Along the lines of betrayal. I TOLD YOU SO :3



-goes songhunting-

Chris; [ Why should I worry? ] says:
yeah
well
i prefer the blue one
with the brown flowever
but
why are we discussing mugs?
hey...I spent to spell flower but it came out flowever.
...that's kind cool.
flower + forever.
HMM. I SMELL A POEM TITLE.


(I actually squealed out loud, 'brilliant' when I saw neon glow was perfect for Sweet Farewell :D )