Love?
He doesn't want to love. It wasn't a conscious choice ever until he showed up.
He doesn't want to have to put thought into not falling for that charming smile, or smooth voice.
Why is it that something dead inside him stirs and burns as a phoenix?
He does not want this. He doesn't want to be weak.
Loving. Loving will make him weak. Loving will destroy everything he has worked for.
Love, mercy, compassion. Things he has stood against. As his father and his before that.
He knows how to hate. He knows how to twist people, to break and bend them.
He does not know love. He doesn't want to.
He'll be damned if he says he's scared of such a pathetic emotion.
Instead he'll do what he knows how to do.
He'll bend and break that thing he might love.
Watch it crack under the pressure of his forced sickening hate.
He won't be the weak one.
No.
He won't love.
He doesn't want to have to put thought into not falling for that charming smile, or smooth voice.
Why is it that something dead inside him stirs and burns as a phoenix?
He does not want this. He doesn't want to be weak.
Loving. Loving will make him weak. Loving will destroy everything he has worked for.
Love, mercy, compassion. Things he has stood against. As his father and his before that.
He knows how to hate. He knows how to twist people, to break and bend them.
He does not know love. He doesn't want to.
He'll be damned if he says he's scared of such a pathetic emotion.
Instead he'll do what he knows how to do.
He'll bend and break that thing he might love.
Watch it crack under the pressure of his forced sickening hate.
He won't be the weak one.
No.
He won't love.