Who I am

 

 

   

Look Into my Eyes.

Know that I am considered a monster.

Think you know my name?

Am I a psycho?

Or am I a bringer of death?

The fallen or the forsaken?

Deceiver or Monster?

Fighting this is hopeless.

Who I am is important.

My actions seep into your brain.

How much time before you go insane?

I’m infecting your mind.

Breaking through your lines.

Blackened skies.

The night is coming.

Are you prepared?

No three headed dog can control me.

You disapprove of my actions?

I’m surviving the hells that was brought to my door.

If memory serves, I’m going to be hated.

But I’m fine with this.

I won’t care for your opinions.

Opinions aren’t important to me.

I’m my own self-critic.

No one looks at me the same way as me.

Why would your opinion matter of me?

If I critique myself in everything I do.

You should open your eyes.

I am not here to be your slave.         

If you are worried about my mental state.

Then ask about it.

Don’t come and throw accusations at me.

Try to make me feel uncomfortable with my choices.

I’ve had enough.

My life.

My decision.

Want a part in it?

Then you will stop looking down on me.

If not?

Then leave my life.

I’m in control.

The night has come.

Red eyes in the darkness.

I got you now.

Who am I?

I’m the one who fights for his own survival.

Don’t open your mouth on things that you can’t comprehend.

Better be quiet.

If you don’t understand what’s happening.

Then don’t made your fucking judgement.

Your gods can’t reach into the land of shadows.

Where someone like me lives.

Godless survivor.

With a greater comprehension of life than you.

Try to poison my mind.

I’ll cure your sickness.

Don’t try to speak with my authority,

I don’t find that entertaining.

I’ll oppose your actions.

Speak against me and I’m laughing.

You can’t claim to be the older when I’m the wiser.

I know how the world works.

I see it in another light.

Who am I?

I’m the night wolf.

They call me Nachtwulf.

An identity I’ll happily accept.

It’s who I am.

My reality.

My life.

My actions.

Hate me for it.

You can declare me an idiot.

But you should know.

I don’t fucking care for your opinion.

 

 

Nightmare

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The way they look at me.

The way I’ve been talked to.

What I have done to reassure myself.

Was I bad?

Was I good?

Or was a nightmare to those who couldn’t stand me.

Dreams left unhindered.

Angered from my existence.

You hate me.

I can relate.

I hate myself too.

But I know what I am.

A nightmare by choice.

Fought the hell of being alive.

Forced to sit through the mental destruction of myself.

I can’t really claim to have been your perfect son.

You hated me for not bowing down.

I took my chance to break out.

War of attrition.

Your resources fading.

Your resolve was lacking.

Break my mind.

Tear down my world.

Never could you break my will.

Never would I bend.

A nightmare created in your image.

What a mother you were.

Greedy and horrifying to us.

Faked to be a kind soul.

But I knew the truth.

I accepted the life you had given me.

Made me the worse thing in your life.

Hated by them all.

I’d show them what you had made me.

Hated you with all my being.

Never thought of peace.

Gripped the axe of war again.

Broke your grip over me.

My father taught me many things.

You hated what I learned.

I did what I saw fit.

Morally grey.

No care for my own survival.

All that mattered was your downfall.

I will never be a slave.

I won’t be your tool.

Never will I bow to those who wish to make me surrender myself.

If you want war.

I’ll give you the war of your life.

I’ve fought mental wars.

I’ve gone up against things that is better left uncared for.

No matter the pain people put me through.

I’d always learn new ways of surviving it.

No self-preservation required.

Your defeat was inevitable.

You couldn’t win the fight you had prepared for.

I am so much more than some broken man.

Returned to strength in record time.

And now you find yourself exposed to my hatred.

I will show you the face of the one angered by this life’s unfairness.

It slowed you down.

I stared through your soul and smiled ever so wickedly.

I have succeeded you.

Using the combined traits of my father and your own tools.

I have declared a victory beyond your comprehension.

Am I evil by nature?

No, I’m a nightmare anomaly.

Feared by those who lack understanding.

I will tear out your hearts.

Break your minds.

I don’t care for who you are.

My fury is unmatched.

Step on me once and that’s shame on me for letting you.

Step on me twice and your foot is ripped off.

Try stepping on me for a third time and I take your empire as my own.

Power unfit of a morally accepted person.

If you do something I disapprove of.

The law protects you from being killed.

But I can still be the nightmare that you fear.

I don’t need your excuses.

Blame me for everything.

I don’t care.

I am something for you to know by heart.

Calm down, I’m not going to kill you.

You’re family after all.

Even if your eyes scream that you hate my inability to save him.

I don’t care anymore.

You want to fight me now?

After how it made me feel?

I carried the guilt for too long.

Now I have broken its neck.

I will never bend.

Never break.

Only fight on until my life ends.

No surrender.

No retreat.

I refuse to be a slave to my own sorrow.

I speak like a nightmare.

Haunting your soul.

I never fall.

Instead I rise.

Like the nightmare I am.