Scary me...

I'm sitting here trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with Simon and myself, and I wind up making the attached artwork (cropped to be SFW) and then writing the following poem.

I think it's in free-form...

Blood is coming.

Hear it flow 

Closer. 

Cruel. 

Unstoppable. 

As furies laugh 

And beg me cry. 

I cannot. 

It was long ago. 

No midnight shrouds it 

In love. 

No careful step 

To soften echoes. 

No prayers or dreams 

To stay its spread. 

The pool of crimson 

Will be met 

By life of one 

So filled with dread. 

The silence 

Deep with screams 

Lies where it fell 

And all one knows

Is three cold words 

Softly echo 

In your head... 

It is done.

I don't know what it means and Simon is being no help. He's pushing to kill Paley at the end of the story. Despite my own feelings about it. He hates the man, and that builds as the city keeps demanding he surrender to their claims against him.

That adds to his emotion, increases his anger, but basically he wants to do it because the man took away the one thing he had left to himself--that he'd never been in trouble with the law. Despite living for years in a state that would have jailed him, given the chance.

He now knows that he's spent his life in the shadows for nothing. A crazy way to view it, but that is what's eating him up.

I don't know how to handle this. I mean...well...how would he do it? No, I...I do have an idea as to how. It's getting Paley close enough for it to happen that's the problem...

Man, I really do not like the direction this is going...