i saw him in my dreams, laughing about me, about my life how absurd it is. He grined about my way doing everything in my live right and praised me for my little crimes. i was just a body without a soul, without a will. i haven't even pity. my part is nonrelevant in his distroying game. he would smash and break myself until i think it was me doing such things.
but... i don't know why, i just laugh with him. and then he killed me.
i saw him in my dreams, over me, singing about one "poor little thing" and the ironic of live.