The Irony of it All
[I wish I was infinite
And given my way
I'd be so fuckin' cool
When I'm feeling the rush
I look at you through different eyes
I never knew my thoughts televise
What you think
I'm the twin inside you]
~Orgy: Gender
The darkness within consumes the light, the light within that I attempt to nurture. But it only dies away and leaves the darkness once more. It sears my soul, this darkness. Burning it and twisting it. Letting my sins restrain my hands crimson again every night, making me go insane as I try to cleanse them.
I guess everyone has blood on their hands at one point of their lives. Especially me, especially since I'm nothing more then a puppet. A puppet of my sins, of my magic, of my father, and of a higher purpose. A puppet of a Higher purpose which longs for freedom... for a new identify. Sometimes I wish I wasn't Sydney Losstarot anymore. I wish I was someone different, someone who was loved and cared for... Someone like a hero... like my Ashley. He is what I truly long to be.
They say the good is always suppose to triumph over the evils and injustices of the world. That heroes get who they love in the end and live happily ever after... To be hailed by all, until they die as an old man. Then... why me? Why do I lay here dying as the nightmare, in which took the face of Romeo Guildenstern, craves the key from my back for his dark purpose?!
The blood is pouring from my back... killing my slowly... I'm dying... Darkness is murdering me as it did to the Light. But how can this be? I'm the hero! Heroes are suppose to live! I'm suppose to end up with Ashley as we stop Guildenstern and lives happily ever after! Why me? Dear gods, why me? Will I be damned to hell? Or to heaven?... By the gods... the irony of it all...