"Kid

I bet I could rip it out

Right out

of your soul

And would you scream?"

Would I scream? Does this count as screaming? Again I'm fucked. Again... Again... Alone but I know I'm not because the other one promised me... but why do I feel this way? He's right. He's always been right. Damn. But he is still wrong. Damn. Indeed this entire scenario brings new views to light. Control Versus weakness and what power weakness can really bring. Is control, and power, really more crippling than its illusion? I'm not one hundred percent sure what to make of this evening as a whole. Perhaps he did just win. He is always right, after all. He told me once that I'd be free and those words echo through my mind like a savage wind. I told him that I loved him. It's true in a sado-masochistic way. There are many forms of love. I love him as a person. Even though he tears apart my every fiber. It's so different from her. She puts everything in its place and mends my soul. Without even knowing she does it. She's my soul mate. Hands down, the love of my life. He's just... loved. And with that I will win. Or at least fight. It might be an epic battle. I might die in a gory mess alone in a pool of my own blood. He makes my demons gnaw at my fingertips and gouge at my eyes. They hold down my arms and feet and chain me to my thoughts. I writhe under their weight. But I don't care. Because this is what you do for true friends. I'd suffer through hell for him. And ... currently... I am. The only thing is, I promise you, I won't scream... and if I do it won't be in pain it'll be her name because she's my ticket to heaven.