It surprises me that you’re still here.
That you keep coming back to this place.
To the person that I have become.
What is it about you, and what is it about me, really?
You insist on knowing me.
I don’t even know myself.
Then again, you’ve always thought of yourself as the better man.
And I, your charity case.
My puke turns to gold at your feet.
Then again, you are only a man.
Blood still flows red and thick in your veins.
And as you gargle out your final goodbyes, remember this—
In the end, I still win.