Death is inevitable.
Existence is pointless.
Love is a weakness.
Hate becomes strength.
I mean everything to you.
You mean nothing to me.
When I die, I will see hell.
When you die, you will see heaven.
I am the bringer of death.
I am a killer.
Death is my reason for being.
It's ironic how I was born to bring death.
So here I stand, above your dead body.
You are no longer full of the life you once possessed.
Your eyes are dim, your skin in pale, your lips are cold.
I bend down and brush a loose strand of hair away from your face.
You looked so innocent when I killed you, so . . . helpless.
You were my weakness, Enna.
You had to be dealt with.
Existence is pointless.
Love is a weakness.
Hate becomes strength.
I mean everything to you.
You mean nothing to me.
When I die, I will see hell.
When you die, you will see heaven.
I am the bringer of death.
I am a killer.
Death is my reason for being.
It's ironic how I was born to bring death.
So here I stand, above your dead body.
You are no longer full of the life you once possessed.
Your eyes are dim, your skin in pale, your lips are cold.
I bend down and brush a loose strand of hair away from your face.
You looked so innocent when I killed you, so . . . helpless.
You were my weakness, Enna.
You had to be dealt with.
