I’m not your puppet, servant nor slave, so ne’er come near me with those tormented musings. Tis now-you see I’m suppose to live, to relish the wine, the whiskey, my kin, but your vile presence haunts me as you mercilessly taunt me and banish you…OH I wish I could.
Nae! My hearts too sick and poor to banish a monster whose no more than a fool.
You hideous beast, you find yourself keen to wash me in worry and terrorize my dreams, but all ye are is a scared little mouse. A disease that can’t kill or deform your chosen spouse.
You force them to wander, you drive them to terror as pictures of plenty scatter like hair! What is there to gain in your sick, twisted passion? A sadistic desire to watch your victims be phantoms? Is suffering your weapon of choice I assume and fear of oneself is the method you use.
You take normal people and consume them with dread, hang nooses above them when they wish they were dead. To fulfill your sad need to be destructive and strong you enslave forgotten souls and drag them along, through ideas and visions and dreams full of gore while waiting for them to collapse with exhaustion on the floor.
As that noose up above hangs unattended those driven to madness are tempted to use it.
Your voice hisses louder and excitement arises. That noose you’ve hung shall soon be used for what it was intended. To kill and to maim. To shatter our lives while you’re running off with the prize which is our lives.
You wait for this moment-its coming you see. All that you’ve worked for is wrapped up in me but alas! I’m sorry that noose is ne’er for me. I’m cutting loose, from you and this noose. Now please set me free!