It is a night spent crying, not only for its prey, but also for its own victim of a heart. It is the torture of love found, lost and found again. It is the preditor that comes after abandonment. To some, it is nearly a whole other person in your self. As a deadly sin, the punishment for the enveous was said to be having the eyes sewn shut, for they have taken pleasure in seeing the envied suffer. Perhaps a suitable treatment, perhaps not enough. Imagination still wonders, still sees what is desired, yet untouchable. Imagination may prove to be your haven, the place you can run to and have all you want; But it may also suffer from wrath, accompanied by your jealousy. All you may see is the life you can not live. The life you would give anything for. Do anything for. How far would you go for the release? Do you trust your own mind enough to keep you safe, or would you turn your back on sanity as well?
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