Maybe the next time I see you, you'll be a little more cordial. I mean, you haven't the slightest clue as to the power I hold over you. I hold your future in my hands my friend. With only the slightest move, I can run the cold steel blade across your throat so fast, you'd be left floundering as to where the six-inch gash in your windpipe came from...clutching onto your neck while it rolls out in between your fingers onto your chest. How could you have overlooked it...how you didn't see it coming...you will only know that it hurts with relentless pain, and no bucket can carry what's spilled.
Truth be told though, I can see how blinded you are. You take things for granted. You take her for granted. Every cold shoulder tossed her way, every wandering eye she catches you on, every night of lusting, and every minute of disdain for her presence pushes her farther away. But you know all of this. You're in total control. I know a million just like you. You've got it all figured out. Pulling all the strings, the world is your marionette. Your total invincibility is an oversight man, if not a complete illusion. You have no clue. You're totally oblivious. I see all of this. Your condescension, and your cockiness...I almost want to do it for shits and giggles. Just to be amused. It's amusing to me to watch you watching yourself high atop your pedestal. A pedestal that I have the axe to bring down. It's a high just knowing that I hold that power over you...someone so deserving of wreckage. What's more fun, is that you have no idea that I hold the axe. It lays idle for now.
But somewhere along the way that ball comes rolling into my court. At some point my friend, I'm going to pick it up and play with it. I haven't yet. I've decided against crossing the line. I've decided my fortunes lay better allied with restraint and conscience...for now. You see, I've done a bit of molding as of late. Years ago, this would only be a formality and you'd already be laid to waste. Staggering around disoriented, and wondering how the wheels were pulled out and more importantly, why. The thing is, I've been on the receiving end of this before...where I thought I was invincible...but forcefully found out, contrary to my belief, that I wasn't. I don't think you've ever been taught this lesson. That's what makes it so tempting. Well, that and your swaggering conceit. The bigger they are the harder they fall...the more spectacular the wreckage. In some ways, it would feel like payback to the egoistic piece of shit who dealt me the same hand. I imagine him and you being cut of the same cloth.
Opportunity after opportunity has presented itself for me to pull the rip-cord on you. But because of ME, you still have your sanity. MY restraint is keeping your house in order. How long is my patience? How far does my conscience stretch? How solid are my values? How evil am I? For your sake, you should hope they are all ironclad. It only takes one slip. It only takes one night. It only takes one more rattling of my morals. It only takes one more opportunity of timing. It only takes one more of your indiscreet mis-steps and you might be facing the world alone. I could poison you.
Good news for you is...I'm not wicked fucked-up.
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