today

he hates himself

if he had known

he would have picked someone else

there are endless possibilities

in his colorless world

a sea of clueless prospects

they can't tell they're being hunted

is ignorance

bliss?

he can't imagine bliss right now

because she is broken

and he finds himself marveling at the fragility of human emotion

what is it like

to feel so much?

he can't remember the last time he felt anything

if he tries hard enough

he can make himself feel

but until then

he will stay above it

above them

above her

but today

those emotions are leaking out of him

dark and red and split flesh

his soul is spilling over

yesterday he was untouchable

when he snuffed out another life

he felt their heartbeats

strings on his fingertips

he was in controll

of his univerese

but today

today he hates himself

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