I want to feel your strength sapped dry as a tree whose bow bends to the wind. Your fragility is apparent and leaves me intrigued. It draws me into what is left of your mind as the need in me demands I take full advantage of your loss of confidence. Beaten day in and out by the bonds you form with society when you cave in to hackneyed social mores. Is it not true that none of it satisfies you? Do you not compromise higher ideals for the straight and narrow? Do your interests seem shallow and common and devoid of inspiration? The failure you are is plain.