For years I have attempted to be the pencil that addressed those love poems.
But, my mates have told me that I'm a heartless man.
My sacrifices were an insult to humanity's light; I was too dark.
I never faced a woman like her.
A shield of a superhero protected her from my cannibalistic nature.
She was the only sweetheart that survived my darkness.
She chained me to thick walls. She made me suffer.
She fed on my weakness with her unreal smile.
I begged her for a long time to end my pain, she stared at me with her pale eyes and answered, Darling, monsters like us are obliged to stick together, this life needed us, we are the rope of mercy, the aid for this mannequin generation.