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For weeks maybe for years I have tried to escape the darkness that is the hollow and sad void that is my truth.
Over the edge of the world I see you standing there, your smile, your eyes behind those thick glasses and your smile behind those lips.
Your beauty outside overshadow only by the beauty and the glow that is inside.
I raise my head and am struck in the chest; a hot and simmering blade crushes my heart.
I wish I was with you, but I know that this feeling must be controlled, forgotten and destroyed.
If it is allowed to live, to escape and be known by the world and by you... then I will destroy the only thing I have of you, your friendship.
I try to escape the truth, an exodus into the outer corners of the universe where my mind begins to melt into madness.
Justice and truth guide me back to that holy place where I can see you, but the searing pain inside my soul is so strong that at the moment I see you there happy with him... I die once more.
I walk away, in the background Ozzy plays "Mama I’m coming home." and the tune goes perfect with the pain inside.
The irony in the lyrics is that they make my march into exile seem like some cheap video from some soulless corporation.
I can see the pain in my face as it reflects in the eyes of those that pass by me, I fall deeper into the madness of my soul.
I arrive in the summit of my world, the world of an overlord, the world of a loser and of a fool.
The magic mirror that shows me visions of multicolored heroes that are false and yet give me hope, that magic mirror shows me once again fairy tales that make me strong, or make me believe that I am stronger.
Then among all this darkness I see the truth, my kingdom is the one surrounded by evil.
Because I was sealed away in my pain I could not see that everything is falling into despair and horror in the world.
I love you and I don’t think I will ever be with you, but I can’t stop and continue to feel sorrow for this.
The world needs heroes, or at least lunatics that think they can be heroes, and if the sorrow traps me I will be useless to fight the darkness in my world.
So in this darkest night I say to you that I love you and that I will shed a tear for you the one I can only hold in my dreams.
"My friend, my hope and the woman of my dreams, goodbye" is what I say as I jump from the watch tower into the darkness invading my lands.
Hero or memory is the only choice left for me, for where I walk I walk alone.

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