Look at me. Look me in the fucking eyes. I am here. I am human. I am equal to you.
Look at me.
Listen to the words coming out of my mouth. Or the silent thoughts. The grudges. The venom. The lies. The truths.
Listen to me, hear me.
Why am I not at your level? Why was I always ten feet down? Deep in the mud that you created for me, because that is your preference.
The show you led, the one you are leading, is almost perfect. I almost believed it myself. Applause.
What was the point of saying you loved me?
That I was a mistake?
What could I have done to release these shackles and hover over you like a dragon, spitting fire, giving you a taste of your own medicine? Playing your game. Fucking you over, in the most secretive and manipulative ways. In ways where I would remain the victim to the outside world, just like you. In ways where only you and I would know that you were my prisoner.
You’re a coward until the end. You are all powerful until you crumble into a million pieces with your deciet. And then you will have no one. Nothing of substance. None of the loyalty that one craves at their end.
Look at me.
Listen to me, you son of a bitch.
No more chances.
Because I am the demon that haunts you now.
I am above you. I am the tall one. Without the swords or the games or the evil.
I just simply am.
And I will not hurt you like you did me, because my absense is my most powerful weapon.
It will haunt you.
It will kill you.
Let it fuck you up
just like it did me, all those years.
There is no winner here. Only you would see it that way.
The truth is, we both lost something that should have never been up for grabs
a very long time ago.
Then again, I guess we never really had anything to begin with,