"You know, when things come crossing between worlds- facts, stories, avatars, and even stars, wisemen start making these silly stories on how world’s end if events don’t change. I swear, like mirrors bouncing off of my name. Sometimes, you got to change perspective on those things. Otherwise, like fairy tales, words like: “I’ll destroy everything” or “Don’t mess with that guy, one of these days…” suddenly creeps up on you and you start loving it… believing it.
T-Terrified? Come on! I have a heart, might be a bit reckless. I swear though, I’m not a bad guy. Though to be honest, I can’t be a good guy either. I’ve gone too far, done so much, hurt those that gave me a seat; places that know my name, my stone reflection…
So, I am it…So I should just…
No! I know who I am!
I can’t let the world get me. I can’t let these worlds, these worms, these worries, these words tear me apart.
You got your mask, I got mine. My mask doesn’t hide my face or feelings, but even if I can’t cry because of it, I’m no monster. The thing behind it is. Not me.
We all have something that would take the light from you in a second, from ourselves if we let it.
I’m respected? That's fair. Because that at least alone means if I fall, someone out there would help me when I can’t use my own senses to save myself. Although, self-respect comes first. Among artists, among warriors, among fellow folk.
“You have your mask, and I have mine~”
As for this demon, the mask stays on for a reason. Screw that thing…
As for you… do the same. Believe and love are strong words, right?"
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3 months ago
21 Mar 2018 02:08 CET
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