What Remains
When Winning Means NothingI spent a lifetime mastering the void - my own, and everyone else’s.I believed control was power.
I believed power meant safety.Both were lies.
I kept proving myself, feeding on victory.But in the end, there’s nothing left to prove.
Power is an empty throne.So what’s left?
What’s left when you take off the mask?Not a hero.
Not a monster.
Just myself.And that is enough.
Forget what you’ve heard about good and evil.Most of it is just fear - fear of not measuring up, fear of being seen for what you are.It’s not about the battles you win or lose.
It’s whether you ever had the nerve to live by your own code.Whether you kept your line - when nobody was watching.I let most of it go.
The only things that died were the chains I built.Most of what I feared is long gone.
What remains is silence.
Just me.And I sleep.Tomorrow?I’ll go where only I can go.