...and here I am, living or not.

No, no, I am living. I AM. They aren't. They're fucking dead. They have no one. Their lives are MEANINGLESS. Maybe once they mattered. Maybe. But I have her. I have my queen. And she'll never leave. She's under my spell.

haha, my spell. I sound like a myth.

My tongue slithers down her throat like a snake in the grass.

The veins on my hands grow.