I wonder where my mind went

I seemed to have lost it

Or maybe it has been bent

But I'm just content without it

Oh, how he despised the fool. The brainless fool. The fool that cause all the problems. The fool that won't let him fix his idiotic faults. The faults that caused all the hatred, rage, confusion, and blood spoilage that is well-known to the people. . . his people. If only he could overtake the fool. To slit that dimwit's throat. Or hold that thick-headed skull under water until the bubbles stop? Or better yet, use my own two hands to strangle him to death! To stop the trash that he calls words or rather 'Heroic Ideas'. To stop the process that the idiot uses to force me to think up half off the mess he calls a language. But the most important, to stop that horrendous screech he calls a laugh.

Maybe I'm better off?

Maybe I never had it?

People have told me that I seem to never have it with me

Maybe I lost it on the way?

But alas. . . I am the fool's fool, for I can't even stop this madness. The madness he has come to call 'Heroism'. The fool's fool is done with the 'Hero'. The 'Hero' has only caused death, fear, and destruction. . . The death of his own people, the fear that distracts his people, the destruction that his own people create to keep him safe. Safe? No one has been safe in the last 50 years. Probably more if I were to think. But the fool's fool isn't allowed to think. The fool's fool is only here to carry out the 'Hero's Agenda'. If this is what a 'Hero' can do, then just imagine what a 'Villain' like me could accomplish.

I wonder where I lost my Mind?

Maybe you can't lose something you never had. . .

I like to believe that isn't true

Perhaps I left it where I left my Heart?

A 'Villain' like me~ A 'Villain' like me~

I may be a 'Villain' but I guarantee

That once I'm free

You can't get rid of me~

My Heart?

I wonder where I left that

Maybe that's why I can't feel

Just remember, the fool's fool is done with being the 'Hero'.

My Mind?

I wonder where I left that

Maybe that's why I can't concentrate

If I'm free,

the world will see,

how much of a 'FOOL' I can be

But for now, I must retire. The 'Heroic' fool is calling me.

I can't think with my Heart

I can't feel with my Mind

If I can't use them

I hope they can use each other

Until next time. . .

And maybe the next time well be too late? Too late for the foolish fool~

A Mindless head and a Heartless Chest

A perfectly incomplete pair

For a perfectly incomplete person

That person's Me

Or, more like the world?

Not having a Mind isn't so bad

I don't have to think about the things I did

I know what I did was right

So why does my empty Head throb . . .?

The fool's calling my name. So I will say goodbye.

Not having a Heart isn't so bad

I don't have to feel the things I did

I know I did was right

So why does my empty Chest ache . . .?

Goodbye world. I never truly knew you but I have to say I never cared to.