You hide behind that stupid mask you created all on your own.
You feed off of the torment and insecurities lurking in the unknown.
You're shame, you're pain, you're game knocks at the door of yet another unsuspecting "pure soul".
Little do they know they're reaping what they sow.
Night falls and the loud cries of your prisoners fill the air, then it goes quiet for a victor is here.
The victor who won it all, who resisted your strength. Who persevered, conquered and wistained your charm.
