of men and monsters
We stand on opposite sides of the divide
and cannot see face to face.
We bring empires to ruins.
I thrive on hunger.
Dine on despair that tastes like ash
it's the price I pay for this thing called life that hardly lets me live.
There isn't a heaven for a thing like me,
least of all for you,
after all
he who slays monsters...
But all these thoughts are primal at best.
It's something you wouldn't understand.
Something your precious mind couldn't begin to comprehend.
But monster is such a subjective word.
I like to think of it as free from inhibitions.
Maybe that makes me more free than you.
Small comfort.
I call you King. And you are.
In one sense of the word.
You rule this empire.
And let emotions rule you.
In the end, I think I benifited from the lack of a heart and the restraint it holds.
After all, King, empires were made to fall.
So keep thinking in that pretty little head of yours that the world divides at men and monsters.
I'm one step closer to freedom than you ever are.
end.