Wagnerian Brooding
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You didn't know, you rose to your feet, eyes all haughty and angry, and you didn't know. I had a choice, either be smug, silent, and polite, or slam my knife into your throat. I chose correctly, it would have been a stupid reason to end my life, to leave the realm of the reasonable. The look of shock, the proof, the knowledge transferred in that single action of complete brutality, would have changed everything. The unsaid proclamation of never look at me like that, you don't know who I am. It would have hardly lasted, I would have probably even popped our your adam's apple like a cork from a wine bottle, painting my face with your life's blood as you gasped it out. It would be the only thing that made sense.
That, or become completely catatonic.
I shouldn't be surprised. I felt badly and knew the evening couldn't bear good fruit. I had been haunted by waking dreams, puncutated by the sounds of my steps and the rain about them. Dreams of blood and violence, of retribution inspired by divine madness. I am your progeny, you made this, you reap what you fucking sowed. Every once in a while, they rush at me, visions of something akin to a mix made of betrayal, youth, and violence. And hatred. Inspired by love, or created by it, turned full circle in only the way that love can be, made worse by inadequacy and incompleteness. Yet I left anyways, hopeful for moments of connection that came but lasted but the first minute. I should have left after four, but for the food and the rules of politesse.
You don't know me, I will get under your skin. It's in my nature.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Burial
Alternative Title: A Creature Of Blood And Glass