Pleas unanswered.
Cries unheard.
And would remain so…
…I was past caring.
Why should I?
Should keep caring,
When no one bothers
To look past the mask I wear?
This battle I fight
This war I wage
The forces I oppose
The pain I endure
You don't see...
See that I've suffered…
And continue to.
And you never will…
Nor will you understand.
That there is more
Than is ever shown
That is hidden from the world
It's time. To become another…
Become what he wants me to be
Become what I'm seen as by others
Become, only what they believe I am
Heterochromatic eyes
Shrouded by a mask
As empty as a void
As black as my soul.
Hands curled tightly round
Metal as cold as my gaze
That smile, so fake
Becoming a thin line
Are you pleased?
Are you satisfied?
You saw only red stained hands
Saw nothing more than a freak
You saw only the killer.
The weapon. The pawn.
The monster.
Then you change your mind
My blade pointed to your eye
Hovering over your pupil
You can see clearer now can't you?
Now you cry for mercy
Beg for forgiveness
Tell me I'm more than this
More than you and they thought
Too late. Your red joins the rest
Your voice melding with the others
Turning this back on me…
Just like everyone. But…
You saw only the monster.
You got the monster.
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Lucian (c) KJsPlace