If I had a map, I’d draw a black X over your house. You don’t belong to my fairye world, the world that is my own. Flee, and take your hurtful actions and speech with you.
If this was a desert place, I’d shake the dust from my feet. My peace returns to me. You were wholly undeserving of my presence and the love I wished to bring.
I name you all, and those like you, white washed tombs. You are filthy inside! Vipers! Hypocrites! The Greeks understood the use of the word. It means to act, to put on a show, to wear a mask. Your mask was of smiles even as you drove your daggers in deep.
Get out of my life. Filth is on your tongue and hands. God save you from your delusion.