Same Conditions

I do not grip my position in this encounter. U come to me, seeking help, but at what cost. I can mend, if mending you produces a mutually respected outcome.

I can answer your request, but who is to blame when you return to the same conditions that brought you to me.

I live in a perspective that is different to yours. But, once you seek me out, you know not what you ask of me. Our journey will become a turbulency of emotions, where I can feel, you fail to understand my position in this.

Our first encounter...

They'll bring you to me, stating the pleasentaries. Then we'll move onto the theatrics, my favourite bit. My voice will guide you to the stage, you will be stricken by bright white lights and a mild geranium scent that gently caresses the room. I inject you, eventually succumbing, to a numbness that almost feels freeing. But you are not there yet, our journey has only begun. I must gather my tools.

Tool Checklist: knife, pliers, screwdriver, saw, needle, thread, stapler, all purpose glue and a blowtorch. C4 just in case!

The poison should be in full effect now. Shall I begin?

First the knife, to gently shed the skin, exposing your flesh. Once the surface is peeled back far enough. I catch a glimpse of your prison, where hopes, dreams and past love affairs, were held captive, creating this illusion of loneliness.

Am I here, to free you?