2 jan 2007 / IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL

these utterances are sincere, if you'll please believe me. though the hand may seem worse at times, it is still i who controls it, somewhat. it is also the poison that draws out another me, but we're both in control. the two of us, we are twins of likeness. but the poison brings out the devil in the pixie. she is evil at one instance and then sweet the next. the eagle and i know of her affliction, her true disease, and we know it is not what she says it is. but denial is a part of this life as well.

they have turned into most despised beings, monsters of pure addiction. the pixie is on her way while the eagle resists, though weakly. and i, i stand back and watch. it is a bit satisfying to know that i can keep my head together while theirs are rolling across ashen floors. i feel nothing for the others and their faces that slowly twist and begin to rot with venomous age. so is their fate and it is only a matter of time, the cruel beast, until someone ends up face-down on the rug forever.

they take it all and give nothing back.