Have I lost my only refuge? The single social nepenthe? Am I now truly alone and unable to speak? This is the truth, for the one who had faith and can no longer speak.

Caution, is exercised, because previously hatred and hurt was known. Why does the previously electrocuted child no longer fiddle with electrical outlet? The child would be extremely careful when plugging things in when the need arises.

But caution is not enough.

Not even the disease of my paranoia can keep me safe. I feel, and I know. Because I have respect for the ones who I do not know, I can take a second look. And perhaps it was a bad day, perhaps you are a horrible person. And I had faith in the goodness of you and your kind, and you would again destroy all safety.

Can I no longer have faith in humanity? My social shelter, my entertainment, now ruined by your outrageous action? I respect you, if you would not return the favor, and I will give you gifts and apologies which you must accept because I will not forget the hurt for the rest of my life. Know I never intended to offend. I give you the right to put whatever hatred you have upon me, know I am deserving, for I deserve no less than horrible punishment.

That is why I cannot speak, along with the little room. I had not wanted to offend you.

And I cannot live and continue knowing my newest empire has turned against me, and all of my places have been invaded and violated. There is no where to turn. There is no where to speak. And no happiness can be had without a terrible and grossly unequal terror.

I see all, I hear all, Your words are painful, life is walking upon nails.

And I will forever be madly in love with the likes of you, whatever terror and torture you inflict. The divine hope is a divine servant, wants like a demon and is justly punished for anything but obedience.

Your ignorant bliss is your stronghold, and you suffocate me unknowingly. My death will be man slaughter, accidental but horrible none the less. Death is slow and painful, the way you draw it out as if to prolong suffering, because you enjoy it.

The ultimate curse was afflicted by the terrible thing that is a Fate, for this is the beginning.

The sole remaining nepenthe are the weavings, I will die with my ship.

~Icy

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