He is a two-faced individual, hiding his true thoughts from the world
Putting on a sense of detachment, he watched the world around him with growing despair
Nothing had changed
Donning a new mask, one of a madman, he instigated the change he thought was needed
Love left him, for this act needed no co-actors, no comrades
Darkness devoured his very being, shadows ate away at the good left in him
Behind this facade, his inner heart raged, wishing to escape
But like before, he could not remove the mask, and so was trapped in the role he had chosen
There was no way to get rid of it, now, like all the roles before it, he will play the role to the end, the ever silver-tounged player.
It helped that those around him believed him, and were wise to distance themselves from him, lest they too fall prey to the dark path he tread.
Only one refused to give up, refused to desist in her actions.
Two warring emotions- anger… And pleasure
There was still one who clung to hope, who who still followed the light
His little love
He lied when he saw her now, convincing himself she meant no more to his selfish, cruel, lonely heart
Still he lied
He had donned this mask, and would wear it to the end
This time, he had no plan to live
There could only be death