I know no longer,
Who I am,
I've become numb to any pain,
Stayed dry against all the rain.
Am I dead or alive?
Or just a shell of who I was,
Dark as any night,
I've started to hate the light.
Dead or alive,
Am I even living?
Those bloody scars,
Half-healed but not forgotten.
Hooded eyes with no emotions,
In this life with no relations,
I listen to no one except myself,
And Death's my best friend.
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The Villain's Poetry
Poetry"I am a villain, and you, hero-- yes, you-- you will bow down to me. And you will die by my hands-- or should I say, my sword? Anyway, you will die. What? You want a poem before you die? No. Just die." --- By M.E./ @Viklaw and T.L/ @killlerdemonwolf...
