Her: "Stop staring at the ugliness and consider the loneliness
of being what I am, for you.
Consider the fact that I am the only one strong enought
to play the part of the monstrous, the obscene,
the abominable, the cruel.
Does the truth start to swim into view? (not yet?)
I am what I am because you are imbecile and naive,
feeble and weak.
You need someone like me to rule,
to think and choose what's good for you,
to tell you what to do,
I am you...because you want me to."
Me: "You crept inside me when I wasn't looking
and when I looked I found you there,
waiting for me, yet I didn't care.
In time you bear more fear and despair,
you poison the water and the air,
you are my queen because I am mad,
I want you dead...no...yes....this makes me sad."
Her: "Take this knife and cut me out,'
I'll leave, I swear, you'll be without
the saddness, the fear, the despair
you'll never fear death again.."
Me: "I'll cut you right after tonight is gone,
just stay the night, it won't take long.
We'll share tonight's fear and despair,
wrap your tentacles around me,
(don't we make a lovely pair?)
Make me feel the sickness and the dread
just this night
before I cut you with the knife...like last night."
Me: ( I think you are beautiful)
Her: (I know...it's time to go)
