Interlude 3

The night sky feels as though it has never been darker

With the fleeting hope of vengeance compelling me I will attempt to recollect myself and resume my chase

But what is it that I am chasing

Am I really chasing anything at all

Or am I simply drowning myself in revenge to avoid the horrifying truth

I've lost the only thing that made me feel truly alive

Are my hands responsible Are his Who was he

Who was the madman that stood before me tonight

I swear I've seen his face before

I know I've seen his face before