I come from a cold barren land where you first abandoned me.
Within me, I still carry the seed you planted, the one you didn't know would grow into a tumour and poison me. I see it destroy my life and everyone around me, more and more each day. From the harsh critical words pouring out my mouth to the tone of voice inflected with a sourceless hatred, I sense your legacy. I hear the echo of your voice.
At night, I begin to recognize you among the Black Dogs. One moment you are you, the next moment, you are slinking into the darkness with those bastards on four legs.
Yet I love you like I love them all.
I begin to brew the same poisonous potions of love you once held the secret recipe for. I reflect the same contradictory love you once reserved specially for me.
Perhaps you meant for me to die. Perhaps you meant to make me a greater person than I could ever be. I could never tell. But I cultivated a stubbornness you would resent me for. Ironically, a stubbornness that protected me against you, and later, against the clumsy swings of Death.
I come from a cold barren land where you first abandoned me.....