Turning back, from this transformation, cause in essence no hero resides, I was never ment to be, so I’ll be the nightmare you can never wake up from, the terror and as you shriek in all that is left of what you call hope, there is none,
and if I can’t sleep, nor will you, I am a villain cause I chose so, not because any of you made me, self made bad guy, at least now I won’t feel petty emotions, it’s cold outside, but not as cold as I. You will rue the day. My only regret is not saving the day.
No more glee, no more twilight. Just comics dames and videogames.