It’s amazing how quickly meanings of things can change, as some of my previous posts have, like, in an instant. New, deep, blindsided betrayal when you haven’t quite gotten over the last is…exquisite.

Words are what they are and actions speak louder than a nuke siren. They both have potential to end you.

You’ll find me in a corner somewhere pondering what I’m going to do with you. I am as you made me, being the thing you’ve created in your mind. Maybe if you shut the fuck up every now and then you’d know. It’s more fun for me that you don’t.

Get off your high horse. Get out of the thoughts that consume you, of why you think you’re so special, better, or more powerful than me. I guess that all means that I actually am.

Try and take me down. Use what I say against me, but you don’t know me very well, for I am an artist of words, and vengeance is best served smooth and savory.

If you’re wondering if you should run now, yea, you probably should.

Turns out it’s not all rainbows and kittens, and you just turned my vision of you from beauty to black.

I giggle and smile, that final smile to you. Two can play and I am the prism. How will you fare? Why did you need to find out? I don’t know, but I see you. Let’s GO!