villan burden
I wear the mask they carved for me, A face of shadows I never chose. In a script where light can’t see, I'm cast as darkness, fate's cruel prose. These hands once reached for something pure, But found only chains, heavy and cold. The cards were dealt, I must endure, A story written, my soul sold. I never asked to play this role, But the world loves a twisted tale. The weight of blame upon my soul, With each step, I leave a darker trail. Yet deep inside, where no one sees, There’s a spark that fights the night. But I'm the villain, on my knees, Playing my part in endless fight. So I walk this road, heart torn apart, For it's the only path I know. The villain’s cloak wraps round my heart, Bound to the part that fate bestows.
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