The envy of destruction Wanting something to happen Bad yes but throughout the constant misery the unknown excites me for reasons I can't explain For it is me who's own existence would collapse and yet knowing a battle would follow at least it's something Even that something is something It could be love although that has it's own troubles That's just a thought though What else is there that could have me desire this mans complete demise Even with the underlying potential for achievement only the destruction satisfies