i am an instrument, strung ineptly. i am natures low, slow song, played at high speed. i am the meek yet vengeful prey, sprung from the belly of the beast. i am the tender, loving mother that refuses to breed. i am the festering wound that does not bleed. i am a sweet, siren song of longing morbidity. i am the tense, coiled tiger, preparing to spring. i am the secret that screams. i am the wraith that followed you home from your dreams. i am the hope that causes the caged bird to sing. so sweet. i am the thought that night brings. i am fantasy, dancing on a moonbeam. i am the one that set the demons in the box free. i am insanity. i am serenity. i am war. i am peace. i am sweetly bitter poetry. i am happy. i am angry. i am refusing to see what you mean. i am a perfect, black sucking hole of need. i am alone. i am not lonely. i am all of these things. i am, perhaps, nothing. i am me. i am only me.