Medusa’s gaze.. Only procrastinates longing… A gaze so strong and deep… My stone cold soul reflects back at her…

And her shallow superficial whence falls on def ears… She sees what it’s like to be black hearted.. And she becomes victim of her own undulated circumstance… Nothing’s left of her aminated exterior but jagged stone..

Alas we can relate… My soul is but a reflection or her appearance…

I alone must indure this journey… My conscience is but a stone throws away… But i never bother to use it…

It always gets in the way and makes things complicated…

I’d much rather live by the rock of my salvation.. Operate in the way of the cold hard stone…

That way nothin is ever personal.. It’s all business… Business for business sake…

And if I hurt or maim you… It isn’t because I dislike you.. It’s only because I like me more…

And the anticipation of my own suffering is enough for me to be proactive… For me to draw from your flesh the stress that would have been bestowed upon me…

Medusa’s gaze says it all… It penetrates all that doesn’t matter… Alleviating all consciousness and leaving you with the real…

A stone cold-hearted son-of-a-bitch…

All that remains is a callous nature… Set on doing callous things… Without any compassion… Without love…

I become a child of Medusa… Yet merely another stone to add to her vast collection…