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my bloods as cold as ice or so i have been told

i show no emotion and it will destroy my soul

you are fighting well so am i but im better off alone

the demons lie in wait watching every movement of the oppressed and filling their soul with remorse

i stare down until their hope is dead for i see the fear that will insure my victory i am the champion of death even unto the slow pain of love it wouldn't e understood by your world

i am haunted by the parasites of your world

dishonored by the very existence of your world

they wont speak my name for eternity nor the name of those that visit my world

i feed on the hatred of your world and that in itself is a down fall to the world i try to protect so admittedly

the passion of those that hate me is running from those who profoundly charge me as the champion of death

have you ever felt like the only person on the earth that cares?



have you ever wanted to change who you are?



have you ever tried to die but something stops you from actually dieing?



what if you tried to fit in but all you get is shunned because of what you are?



what if the life you once had never existed, it never even mattered?



in some ways you still feel like people still see nothing, which what resembled yourself



what if your only friend was death itself?



the reaper himself would rather screw you over then see you die.



evil is the crowd of darkness that you to this day see yourself into.



you feel like the monster still controls your every move yet you move so freely



what happens when you can no longer move in the grace you once had?



what if your addiction is the very thing you feared?



you feed your addiction with everything you once hated yet some how you are as the cat that got itself killed for its curiosity and you feel nothing for the people you hurt or the things that were so wrong to society



if you were them, the people you hurt what could they do?



tell you fake tales of what they believe is truth?



why should they care for all they see is a mirror of themselves



but when time comes for you who are you?



just another hollow?



a white washed wall tarnished by the sands of time?



a forbidden hero of the weak?



what is the mark of what you've done in time?



even if you do find the mark you have what would it be?



that of a hero, or that of the thing they most hate and fear?



so I ask once more are you just a reflection of what people want to see in you or are you a true person of your own making?