He plans to kill you. Don’t you want to know why? br Why he is always behind you in shadowy thought. br It is there, where concealed in depression, he stalks your every fear… br He lust for your panic and he ejaculates another drink br with pleasure over the failed measure of your spirit and when you reach br the point your teeth gnash at the mention of his name…. br He knows it is you and not he, who borders on being insane. br He takes great pride in his disruption of your once peaceful sleep br because to him you are what you eat. And you like an overfed swine br swallow so eagerly, with such fervor, belching before you breathe. br Exhaling such a foul air, polluting your good health with forced regurgitations br and he laughs as you devour your own young and beg him for more… br Alas, there is never a crumb of thanks for all he provides.