Your desolate darkness intrigues me, if you can imagine that.
I wonder how the air you breathe doesn't immediately freeze- from the coldness of your heart.
If you can imagine, I imagine everything.
I imagine the twisted tales of your dreams- the triumph in your screams-
so paradoxically in tune, despite being
the total opposite of me -
for I will always be your beloved opponent, as you will always be,
my dearest enemy