Angol
ADRIANO
Love.
What a pathetic, absurd illusion.
A fairy tale spun for weak, useless bastards,
Too blind to grasp the world as it truly is.
The world is a rotting, godforsaken wasteland
Where only lies and deception thrive.
Everyone wears a mask.
Everyone hides a blade.
There are no saints here.
Nothing left but shades of grey.
I swore by that claim for years,
Until I met her.
A single innocent soul in a world drenched in sin.
A ray of sunshine in the bottomless black abyss,
A delicate flower from whom I must stay as far away as possible.
I can't.
I am going to steal her light,
Even knowing it was never meant for me.
IRIS
Love.
The most powerful feeling in the world.
It can make you soar through the gates of heaven,
Or willingly descend into the fires of Hell,
Just to save the person you refuse to live without.
And I do just that.
I tie myself to a man who is uncaring of anything,
Except for wealth and power.
A man who believes that everything can be bought,
Including a person's life.
He has no mercy.
No soul.
Only ice in his terrible, frozen heart.
