The clock ticks on, but I feel nothing.

This was what I wanted.

Wasn't it?

All the fame, all the power, the sweet taste of anarchy.

I have it all now.

Don't I?

I've played the game,

And I won.

I did win, right?

Or did I loose, and get the consultation prize?

No, this is what I wanted.

It's all I've ever wanted.

Nothing more, nothing less.

I'm sure of it.

All my life, I've been looking forward to this moment,

The moment I've been waiting for.

I know it's true.

Or is this all just a lie?

Could I have won the world, but lost my heart?

Lost my soul?

Lost everything that really matters?

Whatever happened, I am changed.

I am new.

No longer innocent,

But red.

One of the shadows,

The one they all fear.

The one with all the power.

That's what I wanted.

Wasn't it?

Or did I want something more?

It's too late now.

I can't go back.

So I might as well carry on

And enjoy this while I can.

But somehow, I can't.

For the clock ticks on, and I feel nothing.

I'm not sure anymore.

I'm not sure of anything.

Am I?

I know one thing's for sure.

No more happy endings.

Not now, not ever.

For the dark in me is all that remains.