• You hold
    the key
    to me.
    You hold
    the power
    to reveal—
    what I was,
    what I am—
    what’s your choice?

    Will you carve...
    hatred in stone?
    Brand me,
    with my sins?
    Never the good—
    only the bad—
    is that your choice?

    You could
    destroy me,
    ruin me—
    take all
    that I’ve gained,
    through tears and sweat:
    rip it—
    throw it—
    into the fire.

    Can you do it?

    You build mountains—
    webs of lies—
    that no
    creature or man
    can resolve.
    But all you’ve really done,
    is turn the tables—
    twist the fate—
    and reflect.

    For I’m not
    what you assume.
    I’m mistaken,
    I’m confused—
    with someone else,
    who lives with no rules.

    Ruthless—
    lying—
    cheating
    and evil.
    Sound familiar?
    It should.

    It's you.