They even tattooed cauchemar on my arm. And a spider on my back araignée du matin, chagrin, araignée du soir, espoir I laugh and I feel nothing.
Talon making me into this, this...killer, this monster. Chemicals and nanobots rewriting my body while my mind shatters like a broken mirror and all I see are distorted reflections and a hell I cannot escape because I cannot feel and then they let me loose and I kill and I kill and each target is too easy and the only time I feel is when my bullet splatters their heads behind them Amelie is dead she's dead I strangled her in the night there is only the