Clutching my sin, I hold my knowledge of you. You dance blindly in a field of ice thinking you're unseen. But the fog won't deter me. I've raised your veil. I've seen the withered demon you diligently hide. I, oh so effortlessly, see right through these lies. I'm you. Different on the outside, the same bile builds inside us. I can't forgive, I can't forget, I won't let go. Not yet. Not yet. So while I play knave you're crowned the righteous one. The good one. The goddess of all before me. It's not just jealousy. I don't just hate you. Envy is to light a term to say it. I'm past all that. Evolved. The next stage of my own demise. I smear my green across your door. Eagrly held here. Still waiting.