• Your mistakes are locked in your heart.
    Deny they exist and they leave
    but no,
    I will never let you forget.

    Playing games is my one joy
    and you,
    an impressionable child in the eyes of Time,
    delight in playing my games.

    Poor soul,
    you know not this inner demon
    I almost pity you.
    But pity is not in the nature of demons.

    Gladly will I greet the day,
    When drowned in your grief, you finally see
    that this demon inside you
    Is me.