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I fueled by fire and by something else. I can't explain it but it whispered by name to me, creeped into the deepest curves grooves in my brain and just sat there, grew fat, and died.
It oozed evil and it entered by thoughts as a stranger would enter a lonely room and reeked havoc. He did it with a load screeching noise and his eyes were circled red while the arthritis from holding onto rage ate away at his hands.
It was less man and more idea and he spread like wild fire, a queit and slow death that watches and calculates your next breath. A phantom of my inner self after his hands lay idle and thoughts lay dormant.
But I was fueled by something and I could not explain. A queit voice, a vicious friend and deliberate enemy. I saw him coming a mile away, he was my mirror reflection this morning.
I brushed his teeth and gargled his mouthwash. I guess it was all for the better, we are one now.
