People who do not have patience, I do not help at all; I nag and pest. I don't mend one's fear. I simply snap the strings and let them fall. Others can cry and plead for help, but still I show no mercy. You can easily compare my face to a decating eggplant. My mind holds more patience than that of a novel. I cannot feel remorse or pain; which can bleed me dry. Reflections of worries errupt from my center - creating a supernova...when the sun shines, my eyes dont even begin to squint.

Time for me is of the past and present, bringing about pain...for when you're on my road the path stretches forever.