A journal page, blown here by the wind
I drained my last citizen today. That moment when their eyes go blank, and that peaceful smile appears…I've come to enjoy it. I like making people happy. I love having their love.
I think I'm going insane.
I don't know what makes me different, why I lost my soul but kept my self. It's a curse for me, but a blessing for them. How I envy them, lost in the Song.
But someone has to be the one singing.