Destroy yourself.
Let it hurt you.
What are you? Am I real? Who are we? What is real?
I've lost the ability to see. They ripped my eyes from my skull and called it a favor. They stitched my mouth shut and called it being polite. Was the monster inside too much for them? The monster they created? That's oddly hilarious, that they cannot handle their own creation. They spat lies that were disguised as truth on me, and expected me to repent, because I somehow became evil for the urge to be feral? I will never understand the cracked minds of humanity. How could I, after being fed moldy, rotting lies for so long? How could I, the monster, relate to the average individual. What do they hide behind their smile, if anything? I can't help I was raised to be the villain. I
so badly wanted to be the hero, the saviour. We failed us, not just the disappointed ones. I shall forever be bound in these shackles of rue, their rusty metal slicing into my wrists with such ease. Their jingling laughing merrily as they watch my suffering, my deterioration.
all I can do is watch myself fall apart, and smile.
