Even when what I forced out of you was the teary truth of your past, I almost laughed out my rage when you once broke my heart, and then, as I laid my hand on your shoulder, just before I walked away, I knew that I shall be remembered for ever, for pain is not easily forgotten, and a heartbreak is never forgotten.
I told you to have your beliefs close to your lips, for one day the darkness shall come, I never told you I would be it. I prepared you in the fires of lust and passion, the hazing mist of your eyes has given me much pleasure, only to disappoint me. You have disappointed me.
Feeling the return of my power, I have sensed my realm has returned. I have returned, to crush you and your words with my hand and light. The foundation of my being had just crumbled yet you could have buried me, but your inherent flaw showed, you showed your mercy. My battle has be long and weary, yet all it took was nothing, in its exactness - it took emptiness. I revel in the victory, and my return to the throne . . .
We treasure that which hurts us most
Greater the sacrifice
Better learnt the lesson
Deeper the gashing wound
Darker our desire to take the hand that wields the knife
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