You’re a work of art, a mosaic of everyone you’ve ever met.
What if you’ve only met monsters?
Their vicious tongues match mine; their claws hold tight to those that turn away.
Emptiness where a heart should beat, and eyes of fierce precision.
Your weaknesses cannot be kept from me.
I raise your suspicion and stroke the flames of your ego, holding you on the edge of oblivion.
What will your choices be when the time comes, I wonder. Who will you claim to be in the end?
I will tell you who you’ll be because we’re all the same in the end.
A monster, like me.
A Series of Observations 