False hope

People don't see me for who I am. And I don't blame them. I am not the hero everyone depicts me as. I never said I was. But if I told them I wasn't, they would be devastated. So I let them caper in their false hope. Though, false hope is still hope after all. They see me as their savior. As their messiah. I am a false hero. I should be one of those maggot ridden corpses. I did not ask for this, nor did I want it. Every man has his price. And I have a feeling I'm about to pay mine.

I am a talentless mercenary who got lucky. That's all I am. I'm practically the cause for this world wide dilemma. I have never felt so low. I am not what I created. "you're better than that!" I would tell myself. Of course I was lying. I have lied through everything, my entire life.

I hear voices in my head sometimes. They tell me to come down to the cemetary and dance with them. My insanity is getting worse each day. But I just smile for the camera, just like everyone wants me to. The infection is spreading each day. I notice this, but noone else does. Everyone sees this as a nuisance, not a problem. I live in a world where everyone is blind. Well I created these monsters. And I'll put each one of those bastards back in the grave If it's the LAST thing I do!