Do you like what you see, Boy?
You do?
Still. I can't do this
I can't think straight and everything is awful and
I think I want to help you but you really don't want me to
Or maybe you do
but with the darkness I have covered myself in
I can't See you, so,
in the end, I am not at all sure of anything.
Except that I like the way our shadows match; two of the same but so completely different.
Different. Maybe if things were different, we would be better people.
But we're not
And we are stuck like this, Boy.
We will destroy each other, and this is the one thing
I am sure of.
