• I don't know where you came from.
    A little parasite attached to my thoughts.
    Ruining everything I try to wonder about, smothering my positive aura.
    Your yellow eyes watch my every move, black slits dart around as I walk.
    I am in a cage, trapped in this never-ending cycle of sorrow.
    I wonder when I will be freed, though even as I wonder, you taint me.
    I can see nothing, though I know there is something beyond what I am.
    You are that something.
    Claws tear open flesh, flaps of skin hanging loosely from my bones.
    That is what it feels like, yes, when you curse my dreams.
    Nothing is happiness, a goblet filled with tears is your drink.
    The souls of the people you hurt is the food you prey on.
    Something deeper than me, deeper than you, another something.
    Something brighter, with white snow flying about it.
    Angelic cerulean eyes look down upon both of us, blessing our mere presence.
    My thoughts, they are freed!
    They twist and turn, flying through the air, un-tamed they are!
    How wonderful it is, I think, to have no restraints of feelings.
    To feel whatever you want to feel, to live your life the way you want to.
    Oh, cherish this I will!
    This moment of bliss with this other something that freed my thoughts.
    You are gone!
    No more of tainted dreams, no more sorrow or grief!
    Begone!
    You are no more!