Waiting till she stops and wonders, pursuing silent thoughts. Sitting patient, he's eager to fill her.

Assuming she's an empty vessel, he shrouds himself in words to tower over her and conquer.

With fervent words and a patronizing tone, he steps upon her voice, claiming, claiming his own.

He grabs her hand forcing her eyes to meet with his, to be certain she was paying attention. She blinks and glares at him, never saying a word. Do not mistake her silence for agreement.

I want you to notice that I never asked advice or your opinion.

You neglect my intellect, asserting your control... because you know. Of course, you know!

She starts to hear a haunting cry, a familiar song she used to know. A tune that no man knows, because all who've heard it are dead.

Our voices, bold and resolute, shall be heard without suspension. A call to illuminate the darkness.