I lift my cap and you catch a view of my eye. It is red. Pure red. Crimson red. You feel fear. You feel like you will be ripped apart. You are scared. You hope death saves you from me. I am strong. I am stronger than you. You know I am superior. You forever know you are nothing compared to me. You cannot stop thinking about my eye. You are scared. My eye is too much. You want death. Only death can save you. You begin to think death won’t save you. You want to be erased. You want to exist no longer. You want to escape me. You begin to think even erasure won’t save you. You think of my eye. You fear. You begin to cry. You break down in tears. You hate your life. You’ll never recover. You are weak. You are useless. You know this. You know I am superior. You know you are useless. You know you are weak. You can only hope I spare you. You are fearful. You fall to your knees. You can only hope I do not kill you. I could kill you. You know I can kill you. You know I am superior.