The blade in my hands feels warm from the blood covering it.
I just watch as your eyes grow wider, then the life drains from them.
Your words fall on deaf ears.
Sympathy is not in my blood, mercy is just a weakness.
Just watching the fire fascinates me.
You scream ‘Why!’ as your building burns.
But I just sit there, and watch your life’s work fade to ashes.
And the ashes blow away with the wind.
As the hammer falls down, my eyes watch it connect with your skull.
The bone gives way easily.
Blood sprays everywhere, and I am covered in it.
You fall, your brain leaking onto the ground.
I smile as the blade slices through my neck.
It is more pain than you can imagine.
‘I am finally captured, after all these years…’
Your hatred is so strong I can feel it on my skin as I fade away.
A facade is all you see.
A facade is all you need.
A facade is what your hide behind.
A facade is what everyone finds.
A facade is all that there was.
A facade is your cause.
A facade is your mask.
A facade is what your lack.
You hide your true self behind that mask, but it is lacking. Everyone finds who you really are, but in the end it makes not a diffrence.
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