Cousins Once I was white, pure as a blank sheet of paper awaiting the hand of an artist, that you crudely blotted with ink. At first the blots were small and unobtrusive, but others appeared to add to them, and then they spread like an insidious seed sending out rootlets to wrap around me and choke me with malignancy. And as the years passed I became twisted, my growth stunted because of the black veins pulsing with your vile venom that poisoned every facet of my wretched existence. Like the ink of the damned tattooing my wings, the taint of destruction left its mark upon me as I tried to move out from beneath its shadow that eclipsed the sun. I am lost in the black swirls that have spun out to infinity, incapable of returning to that innocence you stole from me when you set my feet firmly upon the path of corruption. We're both the same, you see, creatures of darkness as you fashioned me to be. Now I watch as you destroy yourself, and feel nothing-- not a single trace of pity.