don't be so vicious, sir

"What
does it take to be me" said I at the crossroad of loving and feeling deceived.
"are you to fix the great scheme?" That shadow of mine, so benign and so eager to please. So eager so eager to please. Nothing I say will permit me to change but the likelier problem requires a day. "A day and nothing more is what I need" and I turned to face the cool colors of the world as it tilts on its side towards the moon in the still of unwavering calm. "No it does not, does not take you that long" and for seconds the night shuttered fixed on the notion that I had prolonged a response to engulf that perhaps I had something to say that could change the ideals of my life. I did not, sadly, no, I did not. "What do you know about me, you're the shadow that takes all my dreams as I sleep, when I rise I see nothing but what you transpire, the twists and the turns of the things I despise, in the wake of some solemn desire." My palms pulsated in the middle of phrases I locked them in rhythm to paces I took to meet faces with him, the crook, the crook of all my petty whim. "I hate you, I hate you" and off there I went to kick at nothing but burning cement and the shadow that meant I was gone, I've been gone for so long.