part of me is observing me every minute of the day.
she controls the switch but she wont give mercy.
she is spiteful because i am free. she watches me un moved by my terror.
part of me is devious.
the two co-exist.
as the observer moves toward the switch, as she is now, thoughts become hazy.
she is watching me now, giving away my secrets. in a matter of moments my mind will be lost in space.
writing is difficult in a trance... in a comatose like gaze.
she is an absence of self without a body or a mind.