i will never write

I played. I played when you told me to stop, and I played because you told me to stop. The keys were my salvation and your damnation, and for that I love them all the more. I will continue to play out your heart and into mine, like some infernal leech that just won’t go away. Imagine that, my source – out of your very body you bore your undoing. I will play on in the darkness and in the light, and I will love it as the creatures love the night. I will make music that hurts your head, and I will be happy in the end. I’m your own little changeling, meant to kill, your own precious baby, the source of your will. And I’m the one that will kill you, if words can kill, because I hate you, and I always will.