He was poison, and he knew it.
He destroyed everyone around him, one by one.
He was the key that unlocked the demons in everyone he had ever loved.

A dozen lovers burned.
A hundred friends' wrecked and abandoned.
A thousand inner circles turned inside out against him forever.

Why did he have to be like that?
Why couldn't he change, no matter how hard he tried?
Why did he keep making the same stupid mistakes again and again?

He wanted to disappear.
He hoped for a spectacular death.
He wished it would come soon, while his existence would still be appreciated.

To be missed.
To be mourned over.
To be reviewed by sorrowful friends, before he could destroy them too.

(1998, Mel Grubb II)

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