One day, one day when you're least expecting me, I'll swoop down and smother you. Dragging you away, we'll plunge together into that icy cold, black pool; I'll fill your lungs and I'll rot your heart.
One day I'll find you, and for evermore you'll never be quite the same again.
You'll learn to hate mirrors, or any other reflective surfaces, because you simply won't be able to bear looking at yourself. Every time you close your eyes I promise you that there, in the darkness, will be a faint glimmer. And that glimmer is your soul. Why is it faint? It's dead, of course. Don't you remember?
Ha. How could you possibly forget?
It's not nice, is it? Listening to my snide little voice all the time, well, let me tell you something. Are you listening? Are you sitting comfortably? No? Good.
The reason you hate to listen to me is because, and you already know this, I am you. I am all the worst possible parts of you, of your being. All those experiences, all those things you said, everything you tried to repress, that's me.
No matter how hard you try, you'll never be rid of my presence. So, just bear that in mind, next time you speak....
Next time you speak, will you be summoning me into your life?