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I remember what she felt like. The flame warmed my empty spirit, And cast a light through me. Legs wrapped around my waistline, She was my shadow made physical in female form. Her lips pressed to mine, The taste a promise of happiness. Never did I doubt her. My soul became two: Myself and the ghost she called her lover. Everything faded: The color of life bled out; My manhood shriveled; Her pleasure became my pain. The flame turned it all to ash, Leaving my heart an inescapable purgatory. For years, I have dwelled here, Hiding from her. All the while, the hour was growing closer. The flame has reawakened. Through ugly scar

Beaten again by a genius. You try your hardest, and it's never enough. They didn't even break a sweat. They didn't cry all your tears, tear up your room. They didn't even bother laughing, at your defeat. Sometimes it's like you're nothing, nothing more than a spec of dust on the face of the world. It makes no sense. Aren't girls supposed to be pretty? Aren't we all supposed to fall in love, and isn't someone supposed to return those feelings? Your problems become miniscule, when you walk in someone else's shoes. Praying for a change, then apologizing all night for it. This endless cycle of psychological suffering. Li

The paranoia looms over again. There's a tight grip on my psyche. It whispers to me about your plans, Your master plan to destroy me. You aren't my friend now. You've been teasing me, Humoring me. Lying right to my face. What was I worth anyway? It was too good to be true. Someone who thought I was worth the trouble. Thinking I could be an equal to you. But then you laughed. You put up with all my fears. You told me it would be okay. It all felt right. The dawn arrived again. I was alright again. The uncertainty vanished, and a smile took its place.

Did you see a girl around here? I looked in the mirror after I woke up, but she wasn't there. Looks like she went missing again today. I walked around town for a little while. I thought I heard her voice. However, no one else seemed to hear it. "Excuse me, young man" "There he is again." "He's working again, I see." I was confused. Why were they speaking to me that way? They smiled like they knew what they were talking about. The same night, I looked in the mirror again. There she was. The whole time, she was there. Why could no one else see her?

No need for us to stand on ceremony, Mr. Wayne. You may call me Bane, A necessary evil. But it doesn't matter who I am. What matters is my plan. I came to face the legend. Instead I face a man. In the name of Ra's al Ghul, I commit to my task. I have only just begun. Born into a world without hope or the sun, No one cared who I was until I put on the mask. But I do not hide behind it. I embrace my pain. I was excommunicated and hated from whence I came. I was born one with the shadows, you are just a silhouette. You'll regret and never forget, Behold a power you've never met. I am Gotham's reckoning, You've built a legend

My downfalls identify me Answering the burning question: Who am I? Asexual innuendo aside, I offer only a nonsexual window into my mind's crescendo of nonsensical composition A bipolar spectrum of moods swinging like a pendulum to and fro Composed as though you are window-shopping for the niceties, Instead of focusing on the obscenities because you're too afraid to admit they're there at all, though I am an upfront, laidback backbiter obsessed with telling the truth without forethought for the consequences, Close-minded to narrow-mindedness, And a defiant pacifist prone to fits of violent outbursts An off center middleman feeding y