Monday, 14 April 2014

Cold and calculating, you bring out the worst in me





You may have achieved victory yesterday but do not misinterpret, you most surely have not won. I conceded you this victory albeit you might not have realized it. It's part of the illusion you see, I'll let you think you've clipped my wings but you should know you can't keep me contained. This isn't a battle of wits, for me it's a matter of perception. And I still haven't decided how I'll play this but I just might feed your eyes what they desire to see, which obviously does not need to reflect my true actions or motives. So do as you wish, I'll have it my way, I always do.

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