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.
