YOU LAUGHED WHEN I DIED

[Mouse]

lately, i've been thinking. thinking about a lot of things, really.

i wonder, sometimes, if this whole thing is simply because of the black magic that roils within me.

or if maybe this was really who i was the entire time.

i don't feel like other people feel. i don't care like other people care.

sometimes i hear people talk about death and tragedy, and i feel sad, too,

not because i'm actually sad, but because i think that's how i'm supposed to feel. so i pretend to be.

inside, though, i think i'm laughing.

laughing about how people throw their lives away so easily. laughing at how people care so much.

laughing about how, if things were different, i'd be one of both people.

wouldn't that be FUNNY?

WHEN THEY RIPPED MY ARMS TO SHREDS, I COULD HAVE DIED. AND THE FUNNY THING WAS,

I LAUGHED THE ENTIRE TIME. DESPITE THE PAIN. DESPITE THE AGONY.

DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT WAS OVER FOR ME, I LAUGHED. SO I LAUGH NOW, TOO.

WHEN THE WOLVES TAKE THEIR LOVED ONES, AND WHEN THE DEMONS BREAK THEIR SPIRITS.

WHEN WAR LOOMS ON THE HORIZON, AND THE SILLY LITTLE PUPPETS DANCE ON STRINGS OF THE DIVINE

I TOLD THEM ALL, THOUGH. I DO NOT SERVE. NO GODS, NO MASTERS.

BUT WHAT DO THEY DO? THEY KEEP FIGHTING THEIR PETTY LITTLE FIGHTS OVER MATTERS THAT

DON'T

ACTUALLY

MATTER

so, i think i'm going to become a mother

not in the traditional sense, but in the metaphysical

i think i can make something really scary. something that will make people truly have to band together.

or, maybe, i'll die alone, in the woods, with nobody around to hear me laugh.



maybe if i'm lucky,

they'll laugh when they die, too.