My Savior
I stare at him longingly.
Why can we not be together, why does he fear me?
Am I not fulfilling his wish? Was it not he who raged, and talked non-stop about wanting to kill his mother? I an merely doing as he asked.
To me, he is everything, my savior, my hero . . . And now!
Now he looks at me with contempt. Just like the rest of these fools.
Hmmmm . . . Perhaps I'll send him to join his mother.
"Oh Jakey," I sang, "Come out, come out, wherever you are."
