I’ve walked through shadows where others fear to tread,
a heart so cold, eyes vacant, empathy dead.
I’ve taken what I’ve wanted, never a second guess,
witnessed their suffering, felt nothing inside this chest.
They scream, they plead, their pain a silent song to me,
I’m detached, a spectator to their agony.
No tremble in my hands, no quiver in my voice,
in the chaos of their despair, I see no choice.
I’m not cruel, I’m just clear, in a world that’s veiled in fear,
they call it heartless, I call it seeing without smear.
I don’t feel evil, I feel bare, stripped of the fronts they wear,
honest to the bone, in a world that’s never fair.
Call me a monster, or a fiend, but I’m the truest you’ve seen,
in a world full of masks, my face remains serene.
They judge what they don’t understand, label it a sinister hand,
but I am just the mirror, showing the truth they can’t stand.
I’ve broken more than laws, shattered lives, stolen scenes,
in the quiet aftermath, I’m left with serene greens.
No guilt to stain, no conscience to fight,
I sleep in the void, untroubled by the night.
So here I stand, unflinching and unswayed,
in the clear light of truth, where others just evade.
Don’t weep for me, save your tears instead,
for the lies you live by, the truths you dread.