There is a touch of beauty flickering inside your viciousness.
Your dark obsession, however, destroys it.
Your rage can be felt through the invisible walls of cyberspace and the power you think you have over others is only a twisted illusion that you’ve created to satisfy your malevolent desires.
You meticulously collect data on those you perceive to be your enemies. You have a small amount of monetary power and with every cent, you seek to destroy good people.
You could have been an inspiration like those you hate but you let hate take root inside of your heart. You find joy in hurting people.
I can see the madness in your eyes as you smile with glee.
Pure satisfaction. You feel alive when you abuse others emotionally.
That touch of beauty is a shadow of who you could have been had you’d not let the darkness consume you and transform you into the person you are today.
