A/N
I own nothing,
but a rhyme or two.
I don't earn money,
I write for myself
and, dear reader,
You.
Why do you still doubt my trust?
I told you everything from my past.
The guilt is my legacy.
My master - arch enemy.
I cannot change what I've done,
But neither can you.
We are doomed, aren't we?
Just a bunch of fools.
There's pain in your twinkly eyes.
Blue was always the colour of sadness.
How many times can we say those lies?
Soon our minds will be conquered by madness.
I will listen to you because she would want me to.
I will obey your mad ideas because I am your tool.
I will split my soul in pieces because you were a fool
And after I kill you, I'll again listen only to you.