I am the eyes in the dark, watching, lurking, seeking an answer and finding none; looking in but forever outside. I am the venom in the cup, bitter, deadly, destroying all I touch or whomever touches me; unintentional but lethal nonetheless. How does one break the Midas curse? Instead of gold, my touch withers, sickens and kills-- lovers, lives, relationships I desire and can never have; jealousy and hatred my only friends. A cold wind blows though the void of my soul, and the mark of Cain burns me so with the ugly truth of my life's Pattern: I will always be alone because I am the poison that kills.