I stare into the darkness and it stares back at me.
I ask what it’s name is and it says me.
It’s asks how do I like my tea?
As it begins to talk of a woman named Light who taught it how to be happy,
Until one day she left a note saying she left for Cincinnati.
It became evil as it grew unhappy.
Now it became what it never wanted to be.
I grab it’s hand and tell it off we should flee.
After all, it’s me who’s talking to me.