Do I feel cold to you? Do you think the blood in my veinds runs black? Do you look into my eyes and see emptiness? Do you believe in possession? I am not possessed by Satan or by an evil spirit, I am possessed by him - by that man over there, don't you see him? Maybe he's not really there, but I see him, I know he's always there. I like to think of him watching me, wanting me, loving me from afar, but I don't believe he does. Maybe he doesn't even think of me anymore, or maybe he sits alone in the dark - a pupeteer, controlling my thoughts. Maybe he makes me love him, maybe he knows my thoughts, maybe it's because of him that I stare at the blade and want to cut myself, maybe it's him that makes me pur the razor down and wait. I must wait until he he is near, he will want to watch the blood flow and my eyes glaze over, I want him to be the last thing I see. I want his hands to be warmed by the warm blood that will flow from the precise cuts of the cold steel blade. I want his soul to feel my love as it leaves my body and I want to enter his mind and live there for all eternity.
