If I really wanted to.. This kingdom.
This loving happy abode of friendships I have.
I could expand it and find more that would become my family.
My friends could intertwine themselves, making more friendships.
I would spend all my time helping and depending on those I love.
Every heart to which I feel connected and every hand I could hold.
And if I wanted.. I could destroy it all.
To every resident that I love and admire, I could take a hammer and destroy the chains that bind us.
Those loving hands that held me would freeze as they got close and felt my coldness.
The floors would become dust that seeps into the ground causing everyone inside to fall.
Wall and ceilings would crumble and crash into the residents as my words become fists striking them down.
From the rubble there would be nothing but corpses and expected.
Survivors once  loved and respected will feel only asphyxiation as I choke their soul.
Being a friend.. One part of it is trusting that the other won't leave you. If that is the test of friendship, that is a test that I fail.
People move out from my circle of friends without telling me and it makes me.. Foolish and less trusting
From the rubble I will emerge soaked in blood and tears. I will plead with god to end my tedious servitude of being human.
Thereon and after I will no longer exist. A new Ramon will appear from the debris and newly formed graveyard.
I am intoxicated with this feeling.
The strength to negate all that I feel.
Psychopath. The title suits me well.