The Victor.
They scream cheers,
While I ignore my tears.
My shame drips off of my fingertips,
Guilt staining them red.
Was it worth this.

Riches beyond your dreams,
How I wish they weren't mine
How I wish i had thought to lie among the dead
How I wish... I wasn't the victor.

The games, irony in it's true form
To make play out of sluaghter.
To make a joke out of murder.
To forget, what it was like to be them,
But I shall never forget them.
For as blinded as I was by dreams of jewels and power,
Never will their eyes leave my memoiries.
Never will those innocent let me forget my guilt.

What was it all for in the end?
To be the victor?
To love the capitol, to accept this thing I have become?
As twisted as this is, I know there is only one monster,
And she stands here as blood drips to the floor
Maybe I really am the victor.
Maybe I really am the monster.