It is unsettling how you knew
before I did.
Maybe it makes sense, me being
left in pitch black
A no-name carried a candle
into my misery, though
It is even more unsettling how
you have no idea.
It makes the most sense that
I could ruin your very existence
It is both unsettling and sad that
you are convinced of your power
you supposedly hold over me.
I pity you.
