There's nothing to love in me,
I know.
Oh how easy it is now,
To see the bitter irony
That has shaped my life.
Now.
In the very end,
Looking back,
Only now can I see
The black twisting
Ill lit passage
I stumbled down
In my foolishness.
Regret?
No...
I have grown far too proud
And twisted
And it's too late now
For regrets.
I want to blame you
But death has released me from my lies.
But it has not enlightened me...
I still don't understand your reasoning
For leaving me...
What path would I have followed
Had I not been born into power...?
Putting a lonely misfit in control,
It was doomed to end in disaster.
I know there's nothing to love in me.
I said those words with easy acceptance
The day you died for misguided love.
Does that mean... you loved me?
I have a sick fascination with getting inside of the heads of creepy evil dudes. Seymour is one of those characters you either love or hate... although while I find him creepily interesting I can't say I wasn't glad when he died, heh. His past really did make me sad though...
When I made myself get inside his freaky twisted brain, the first line came to me so easily, and I was like.. aw, now I feel bad for him..