Think to thyself, may feel the sadness in ones absence? Find delight in another's sorrow? So let him ask, does thou find him vile? May thee let him know of thoughts of concern? Curiosity is at it's peek. Does such a man seem to be relinquishing from the feelings that thee may love? Ah, he says. Too trapped in menace to ever take a breath. Does thou enjoy what thy see? A red heart that burns and dwells in darkness? Increasing amount of scars every time it ignites? Relentless grief? Much questions does he ask. He may be curious as to what he seems nowadays. Destroyed, unattended, infuriation echoes diligently, no longer fleeting.