that girl

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the puppet and the puppeteer

it had been so long since
he felt this empty

for as long as he could remember
his whole life, he had
dedicated it to rectitude

he abided by his own law and
was an undaunted man
with an alacrity to advocate what
was right and what was wrong

to some, this was laudable
this attitude will definitely lead
him far in life

yes, it would have
but at times it's undeniably
that even those
who preach righteousness get
swayed, thinking that
everything put forth by others
is simply artless

he should have known better
when he stepped portentously
onto the path of what would be his
demise

but now it's too late

for now he stands alone
amidst this atmosphere
clouded with strong ambivalence
with nothing to hold
dear to anymore

if only he could rewind
time then perhaps
everything he loved and loves
will still be in front of him

there was a time where he believed that
he was the puppeteer of his own life

but now he knew better

he was simply a puppet of life itself
that it was not him pulling
the strings but rather it was
life itself that decides his path

to put it simply,
this was his fate all along

that even if he tried to
be the good one at the end,
he will still end up a villain
to die as a hero was simply
off the checklist

he was simply too blind
to notice it

it was simply a matter
of time before he ended up
being a monster

he chuckled to himself
at the sheer thought of it -
he was going back to being an
empty shell

"people never change do they?"
he had thought to himself

yes, he had lived long enough
to see this day
he knew from the very start
this illusion was never going to work
he will remain as an
antagonist and die as one

he will never rest

all this was just some game
with no start, no end
it was simply futile to begin with
any attempt to change was
useless

yes, he will die
empty, sad, indignant
and most importantly
and unfortunately,

he's going to die lonely