Childlike, sweet and innocent, even dimples you can't see, butterflies and things like that make me happy in case I need them, a summer of art and the kayak on the lake, the pines behind me.
Silent and quiet-like, barely a murmur like the slow heart beat, catatonic and in a coffin, I miss you. This hurts me.
Intelligent and business-like, see through everyone, the sense and sensibility I am using, heartless and stern, booming voice from a small body, my dog Melvin is loyal, everyone else best do what I say or you will rue the day.
Passive-aggressive-like, like a coiled snake with a cat's head, almost like a Khajiit, prowling around on my beam, bloodstains and paws with claws you do not want to see, my summer of art loves me.
Bad one-like, showing the claws, the anger, the rage, the black engine of hatred that lives in me, the unholy black and blue, sticky and slimy demons snarling, eyes fluttering and rotten tongue wagging like a devil-dog, a creature that would torture a baby, embrace a pit, line the walls with skulls in case I need them, heart shaped, some are soldiers and some are police men, for art, we love art, it makes me happy.