I tear the butterflies wing off so such a beautiful thing can never fly again , to never rise again. They might have once been the wings I could have soared on. I dont care. I put the lighter to its face. The antennai are burned destroyed, no longer can it sense or interrupt anything. From its pain I gather such insight. My hate blinds me. The voices in my own head deafen me to reality. Such pain. Let them hurt. Their cries downed out my own. No one can see past the mask. For a moment I drop it. They see it. Then they die. So no one knows. They cannot behold the truth and live in this world. Kill me. Kill me. em llik. em llik. em llik. em llik. em llik. You cant. Im immortal. Try and die. Laughter is the music of demons don;t you know? Is it funny.... or the ironic laughter of a man dying? I dont care.