Heartache
Sometimes I think that the heavens have given me this power to rule, to kill and maim and destroy all life. Other times I think they gave me this power to smite me; to show me how lonely I really was and how lonely I will always be.
I call this power – this darkness – my hell. This power that controls me, no matter what I think, no matter how innocent a thought it is, it will always turn evil and rot away in my head.
It was a mistake to take on love; to take on the only thing I could never have my hands on.
It resulted in more hatred, and more death and nothing now could stop the train of domino's I had set off.
I am the Dark Lord, so all these miscalculated variables should not be happening. I am in control; forever. I will not be thwarted by a mere boy.
A mere boy who, no matter how much I say I don't care, I can only think: 'As long as he has that strong emotion of hatred, it's that much closer to love'.
And no matter how many people I kill or torture, the only thought is that all this hatred directed towards me is only a thin line away from love.
I am the most loved person on Earth, and will forever stay loved.
Loved most by my worst enemy – my worst heartache.