As he stands within the shadows, no emotion he would impose. As the shards of doubt cut through his mind, his heart remains confined. He wonders does he deserve to be alive, for casting his emotions aside. The reflection only shows a living corpse, as his mask once again warps. He only ever had hatred in his life, holding ready his knife. To cut upon his flesh, to see his blood run afresh. The thought of pain, would always be in vain. With nowhere to go, he had nothing to show. As it ran down his body, it left him bloody. As life slowly flows away, there was no reason for him to stay.
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