Yes, I am the villain.
Yes, it is true.
I became the monster,
Because the hero, were you.
I loathed the blood,
That covered my face.
It felt very wrong,
It felt like a disgrace.
But now myself, I paint red,
This crimson colour feels too good.
They fear me because I am different to them,
I let it be, because I should.
They fear that I will rip them apart,
They fear my wild eyes.
Forgiveness they ask, but I don't give,
Because they always do what I despise.
I laugh, as the sky rains blood.
Maniac they call me in this town.
They hate me for everything I have done,
They fear my slightest sound.
I calmly sit on my throne,
As they bow down with fear to me.
Their tears drip down ever so slowly,
And I smile with glee.
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PoetryHello people! I am Sania Zehra and this is my first ever book to be published anywhere. I have been writing poems from a very long time and I have been using it as a tool to express myself. So I took some of my poems and made their collection for it...
