There is no joy in this place,
Just a terrible emptiness that refuses to desist,
That grows and expands
Until it consumes your soul.
The only protection against it
Brings forth so many memories.
The good are sucked away
And the rest burn like acid.
Innocence is a flimsy shield indeed
When pitted against the embodiment of despair.
But it is enough.
It has to be.
One day, they will believe.
One day, the truth will be revealed.
And I await with grim hope
The day of my revenge.