house_of_mirrors Souless Wanderer Hate spews from my mouth, and anger turns my heart cold, directed at only one person. I look into her eyes and scowl, she looks into my, and does the same. Something flashes in her eyes, and I turn away in fear, denying what i saw. I try to escape the knowledge, try to escape her, but she follows, begging me to look again, to see. My heart beats faster, as I turn corner after corner, but she's always there, right beside me. She tries to force me to think, to feel, but i block her out like I have all my life. Silver blood drips down her cheeks, splashing on the ground, the only sound other than my harsh, rapid breathing. Me and my cursed breathing, her and her weak tears, we area lone in this barren, godless place. She taunts me, always beside me, a constant horrid companian. I stop and again stare again into the tortured depth of her eyes. My fist draws back, then slams into her. She shatters into a million tiny peices. I laugh, a histerical sound echoing in the abandoned place. I turn slowly, ready to leave, but she again appears in front of me. My eyes dart left, and right, seeing only her, over and over again. She has me surrounded, following my every move. A choked cry escapes my throat, and my fist crashes into image after image of her ugly face, her bloated body, her ratty hair, her cover-every-inch-to-hide-the-scars clothing, her cake of make up, hey empty, souless eyes. For every image I distroy, thousands more are created. She haunts me, and I sink to the floor in defeat, face buried in my hands, sobs racking my body. I look to my left, she's there. To my right, she's there. Front and back, she's there. She's above and below. My hand drops down, and picks up a shard with her picture imprinted on it. The glass slices my flesh. I look across from me, and see blood on her arm. I smile as pain floods my brain, and blood coats her skin. I slice her wrist, and her image starts to fade. The world around me grows dim, and I laugh as I finally win. As I escape her... and me. 031118 ... InfernalDragon Never. I will never let you go and the wounds are self-healing with gamma techno supersonic flesh rays. It might be better to become friends. 040212 ... . . 040331 what's it to you? who go blather from