They say staring in someone's eyes, is like staring through their soul
But everyday I am forced to play a different role So lately, I've been feeling like I am digging myself a hole I am deep buried under my lies, truth swallowed up in quick sands For a moment its like I had the whole world, but accidentally slipped and fell into the wrong hands So many masks but one face, which is the role will I play Will it be the hero or the villain I don't know, but some way somehow, one thing for sure is I only will indulge the pain Feed off their sadness and leave them with joy at the very end They won't know the difference, but will certainly be relieved of their burden And I will carry it upon my shoulders as if it was my own Forgetting that no burden is light as a feather, they will proclaim A hero and throw him a feast, and at the same time crucify a villain by forgetting in the process that I, am both the same man.
- Author: Landsley Alexandre (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 30th, 2011 15:03
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Comments1
Creepy! Presented rather humbly, sorrowful in the speaker's grief and very interesting in the assessment that the speaker will be both the hero and the villain, this creates a depth of thought in the circumstance, whether it is often the case and whether the "hero/villain" is really so bad or good. Thought-provoking. Like was Atlas something of a villain? Interesting.
Thanks for reading 😉
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