Don’t do it. Why not?

Stop this. Why?

You don’t like to hurt. But you like the sight of blood.

You don’t want to hear more screaming. Yet you love the empty sockets staring back at you.

I didn’t want pain But you’re always hurting

I didn’t like the slaughter Yet, you enjoy the carnage

I don’t want the loneliness But you’re always alone

I wonder I wonder

Do you need me? Do you need me?

Do you care? Do you care?

If you don’t If you don’t

Then, what good is my existence here? Then, what good is my existence here?

The human soul had two sides. Light and Darkness. One is presumed pure while the other is corruption. What happens when instead of fighting for control, these two sides learn to live together in harmony with each other? Do you expect peace, or do you expect chaos?