As i am made to face my creators
i flinch, i screech, i run red with hate
as i was not made as most were
i was breed to bleed, to see red
to be the best was the only program.
i die little by little each day
as i become the parasitic plague
that was seeded inside my heart.
no cure, no turning back.
i hate them as they remind me what i truly am. blunt destruction.
to feed on the lives i ruin.
i turn and i think of what it would be like
to unleash the thing inside.
to give in. oh the pleasure it would bring.
i want to ruin them just for that thought. just for that feeling.
how easy to ruin my creators, to break and destroy them as i please.
they are just withing my reach, but i will hold this thing back.
i will not give into this thing inside this plague.
i refuse to plague this world.
this parasite will die with me
i was breed to be the best.
the best of what?
that will always be up to me.
