#Madcore: A faker, oh, a liar

    Steam rising from a hole on the ground outside, in the middle of grass, with lone buildings in the background. A poem reads: "A faker, oh, a liar Look closely at this actor They never once shew reality Why are you still playing with me?"

    I stopped being afraid of everyone else when I understood who the real monster was. Yet, the alien isn't purposefully deceiving you.

    Or is it?

    It hurts when the world isn't a stage. It hurts when the consequences are forever and can't just rehearse with another script.

    Yet, even if it's fake, it's honest. Does that make sense to you? It makes sense to me.

    A venting hell you couldn't understand. The true kin of the Green. Don't worry, I really do love you.