Oh, my muse.

[Infernal Mask]

YOU ARE DRIVING ME INSANE.

The fourth scene came to a close. I held the shallow cut you left on my neck.
I stumbled through my claw-cut rift. I fell to my knees when I knew the hardwood would catch me.
I glanced at my tree. It hadn't grown.
I looked for my lover. He wasn't home.
There's a pit in my gut that only you can fill. It's not like love.
It's far from love. It's a craving of a person.
A person that I hate. A person that I want dead.
Now I understand it. How you felt before.
And  now   I    don't     want      to       play        with         you          anymore.