Superiority.

And what, I ask, is so qualifying of you? Why do you get all the flaming glory, the barely masked envy-- while I melt into the background, shouting so loudly that I can't be heard?

I don't need you, you know. I don't need any of the lies you spin ever so delicately, you spin them ever so fragile and pretty-- catching us like moths in the glare and dance of a candle's spark. I bleed, you see, not from any choice of my own... but if it is not mine own blood spilt, it will be the blood of those I protect.

You drag her down, and I bite your jugular in a vain attempt to appease the struggling demons inside your heart. Clawing at your skin, trying so hard to get you to see through your slitted eyes that you are hurting her whilst you breathe words of love.

I attack you vircariously, but no matter how vicious my assault, your damage is more. Why do you do it? Is it because of your appearant power over her? Do you feed off of her pain, a vampiric sinner that hates without reason or faults required? I drag you down, destroy the attack that is now, but your words linger devistatingly near, hovering over her shoulder and creeping into her ears.

She follows you again, weeping with joyous pain, and I howl behind my bars, Can't you see?! He's leading you to hell...

You are the devil's own prodigy child... in a smaller sense of the word. You invade all crevices of thought, shrouding the tomb-house with fear and superiority.

And now she's moving away from you. You snarl and leap after her, taking a chunk of her heart with you as I beat you back. This emotional struggle within her is noted and stored away in the back of my mind, more ammunition with which I attack your claims of innocence.

Come closer-- I dare you-- and see what I can do to you. I have sharpened my weapons of mind and bone, and I will take you down should you rear your ugly head here again..._Sanctuary...

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<sub>I do not ask for attention. I do not ask for love. I do not ask for devotion. Yet it seems that people cannot live without knowing every second of every hour that someone has thought about them. Ask me not the reasoning behind this-- I simply ask to be left alone. Traitors and two-faced mercenaries; carpets and haughty roofs.

I am not complaining of this, this is simply a fact. In my last three deviations, I get maybe one or two comments. I get no favorites. I get very few pageviews. I get no friend requests, nor do I ask for them. And guess what? I'm fine with that. Why can't you? This is the internet. Save your devotion for people you can touch, for people who hear the music you hum while you're working. Lives are not meant to be built with one's fingertips.</sub>