Isolation

You can look upon me as a heartbreaker, a hero, a zero, a lover, a hater. You can write down words so simple, but do you mean them? Can I trust every word you write to me? No. The sad thing is I do it anyway knowing it may not be the truth. I know I've done wrong and the things I've heard are tearing me apart. If much more hell breaks loose and the demon chasing me finally catches me and rips apart me soul- I don't give a damn. Call me a liar, a fake, an angel, a saint, a b*****d, a master, a slave, a protecter, or anything else that I am to you. It doesn't matter anymore. Life goes on slowly and steadily, and as soon as that demon catches me I'll be gone from this pain and this hell. I can love for eternity, but so much torture can I take. I'm just a mortal man running from an immortal demon I've summoned that will kill me.