One would think that I would learn.
Learn not to play with fire and death.
Learn not to deceive others.
Learn not to play with the minds of the weak.
Learn not to inflict pain.
Learn not to listen.
Learn not to ignore.
Learn not to feel.
The voices said the same. They said that my ethics were wrong.
That one's mind was tainted by the unholy one.
That MY mind was tainted.
They screamed at me.
They screamed at my errors.
Of my failures.
Of my downfall.
They shout.
They scream.
They plead for mercy.
Their unplacid voices peel me down.
They reach and advocate my soul through my own protector.
They advocate emotions.
They say of a place of love and joy.
I believe.
I believed.
I learned not to.
I learned to have only the absence of emotion.
Absence of love.
Absence of joy.
Absence of anger.
Absence of hate.
Absence is what fills me.
I learn not to have emotions.
I am corrected.
The ones attack for my errors.
They hurt those I hold dear.
For my errors.
I have emotion.
I have fear.
The only needed.
To show to the Lord.
To show my passion.
My fervent abilities.
My loyalty.
My love.
My love for pain.
My love for fear.
My love for hate.
My love for absence.
These are the words of a madman.
Someone who has no voice.
Someone who has no thought.
-Goyant