Tonight I speak from the heart.
I feel vacant. Hollow. Empty. There's no soul inside of me. If there had been I sold it long ago.
What joy do I bring upon this world? What light? Wherever I roam there is only darkness, confusion, and anguish. I have left a great stain on so many lives.
Perhaps there is reason to be proud of that.
Should I revel in that which I destroy? Feast on their torment. Glorify the horrors for which I have created with my own hands?
No one would ever know. No one except for me. Can one be cocky if they can not gloat? Sure. I know it. I know who I am and what I have done. I have no regrets. I feel no shame. What I do would disgust the worst of sinners.
So that is how it shall be. I will continue to live in this dark shadow, gripping the life that I have created.
Forgive me not.
About Me
- B. Bennett
- What if written word has more of an effect than we know? What if what you are reading now, is slowly making it's way through your brain, and being processed in such a way that it makes you do things without even realizing? Perhaps a form of hypnotism. Tiny impulses stored and being used through out your life for reasons that you may never know. What if?
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