Sands turns out to be a legend, but not in the way he would want that…:
Feeling emptiness,
Coldness in the flesh,
Bleeding for eternal fire,
Murdering a thousand lives,
What is he?
Where did he came from?
No body knows, but him,
His blinded by rages,
Hatred burning him up,
Killing his way throw his life,
Does he ever stop?
Doesn't he feel regret?
Did he ever care?
No body knows, but him,
There are a thousand tales,
Of the man behind the mask,
Behind the dark glasses,
Reflecting you're last breath,
When he pulls the trigger,
Will he laugh as he kills you?
Will he scream ore just smile?
He only knows, being blinded by rages,
For his lover,
For her crime,
For his downfall,
What no-one knows is when he walks away,
He cries crimson red tears,
To filter the hollow lies,
Hoping some day his conscience will return,
So the emptiness inside,
Will be filled,
Not with rage,
Not with hate,
But with grief,
So he can care again.
I don't
know how that guy does it, but I keep loving him. Why do I ask
myself, he killed half of Mexico, turn people against each other and
is only interested in power.
After seeing OUATIM for the, let's
say 20 time I understood again why I'm crasy about him. He's damn
hot, got a very twisted sense of humour I totally adore, and very
tragic way of losing his life. That makes him a perfect anti-hero and
my favourite character to play with.
So, what's you're excuse!
Luvzzz Sue-AnneSparrow.