I hate the way you look at me. Cold blue eyes burning into my soul, hating me, hurting me, wanting me. Your firey gaze causes my soul to ignight, my brain to split and ooze into my skull, my heart strech to grab my lungs and squezze. And now I can't breathe. I feel life slipping away; your just watching. My soul begins to slip from me, out of my fingers, making my skin itch. My heart slows and my eyes droop. You know what your doing. I'm like ice now, but still holding on by a tiny thread of you. Slowly, slowly, I wither away and fall into death... You look away. I am fine once again; warm, no pain, breath comes easy. The memory is still there and... I love the way you look at me.