Running down the stairs

"You cant stop me"

"I wasn't going to. I want you to, so bad, I want you to"

"How can I not tremble with such words? Why am I always left at this point, unable to do it but always trying to?"

"Because you say what you want to say, you act how you want to act, but you are not who you want to be"

"The transcendentalist where wrong"

"Everyone was wrong. That includes you"

"Well if i am wrong, then I don't have to, you know..."

"You may be wrong, but inaccuracies swell up around your pupils. Its a blinding image of nothing else. A disaster feeling of who could care. An encompassing map with no direction."

"Shaking, shaking! Why does it leave me shaking?"

"Why don't you stop with the questions. Your not talking to me. Your talking to it, humoring it. Give in and bash your face against its ribs. Feel its heart beat its tenacious blood threw your skull. Where are you going?"

"..."

"You wont be back. Bye. I cant be if your not. I hope your gone for good."