I'm the bad guy, yet everything was stolen.
There's no future ahead.
And if there is, it won't be pretty.
No amount of words can express my rage for this helpless situation.
The shadows call out to me - I'm considering falling into them.
No one can be depended on - lest I should die.
My enemies sit on the highest horse as their knives are thrown at me.
And my previous friends coil back at my suffering.
The family I thought I knew turn their heads at my pleas.
No matter, I'll help me and myself, since I have no one but I.
Entities speak to me even as I stand in the light.
I've grown quite fond of the feeling when I'm submerged in the dark.
Words such as dejection can't even begin to describe how I felt when I was first abandoned.
My feet trample along the thin line of insanity and vengeance.
There's no going back for this tainted and confused mind.
The time to save me is too late.
After my revenge will come my death.
And strangely enough,
I couldn't die any happier.
