Here Is Not The Problem

Elephant's bear grudges, they hide in the tree's, waiting, piston's pumping.

I don't bear grudges, I just hate the fucking lot. I wish I could be mean. Like really fucking mean. 

Mean isn't your aura, you're too clean.

You?

I don't get mean, I get even - eventually. And never in a polite way.

I want to be like you.

A fucking fire spewing bitching bastard? No, you really don't. I remain silent for an age, and then I go too far.

How far is too far?

Not far enough some may say.

You look real trashy under that trench coat..

Keep looking. There is where you can go nowhere, faster than you ever dreamed possible.

Do you sleep with your door open?

I sleep with my mind open.

I want to be like you, I didn't ever meet anyone quite like you.

And thankfully, you are unlikely to ever again.

The Queen with no crown.

Who love's the stench of the past.

I love your frenzy, your heat. It intoxicates me.

Like fine wine or a decent poison? Cyanide in a C - cup.

 You are a Class A narcotic.

I'm a child of Neptune. This is our normal.

The High Priestess, black majik in black french knickers.

 I cannot tarry any longer. I am waiting for an answer to my next step, it will come from the astral plane.

Whereas I will sit here waiting, in deep shit, with my principles.

Ah! the thing I lack!

You do.

Give me your heart.

Your soul is my sun, but I don't ever give away my heart.  I have tasks to complete before we fall into the stars.

There is always Nemesis.

I am Nemesis. 

Let's go on a break together.

Yes, a psychotic break! 

Funny. Everything is a fucking joke with you.

My genetic pool runs deep with madness. I suffered for years, within a family riddled with bipolar type schizoaffective disorders. They thought they were normal.

But you escaped.

I did, but the trauma persists.

I will protect you.

I don't need protection, I need a fucking flame thrower! Burn the past to the ground, reduce it to ashes!

Held within the arms of lunacy. No one to rely on.

Only briefly, and so I am forever grateful of that. Grateful to that young girl who had the balls to run away into the night! I rely on myself!

We are both in pain, you as the abandoned child, me as the lonely child.

We need to forgive them, they didn't know anything better. Those two children.. Did you ever speak to your inner child?

No, when he comes I send him away.

Same. As if it were their fault.

              I don't love you.

              I never wanted you as a child.

              I don't care about you.

Do we see each other, or are we looking in a mirror?

There are benefits to the journey we both embarked on. We are independent, we are strong, we move without constant interference. Transition brings opportunity as well as loss.

Acceptance. It's the key. but there are still issues I'm drawn into that simply must be resolved.

Right the wrongs. Of the weak and silenced.

Suicide is always on my back burner.

Not mine, a Roganjosh is on mine. And anyhow, I found your gun and hid it.

I have plenty of other's.

And here is the shift, me protecting you. Against yourself!

Nemesis, the evener of chance, and the big sister of anything that counts.