Alone Again - But Still All Consumed
Dec 2, 2014 19:16:10 GMT
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Post by Robert Garland on Dec 2, 2014 19:16:10 GMT
The needle enters the vein... The man in full view as he sits on his couch with his arm wrapped tight. He had kicked his only friend left to the curb... Luckily his daughter wasn't around to see what he's turning into. A monster... A being feeding off of his cluttered thoughts as they sustain his hazardous life. He was obsessed. He was focused on all the wrong parts of being human, while not being able to resist his vices. While not being able to stop his constant self-doubt. His constant goal in life fluctuating between the truth and what seems to be this new reality. A reality that he just can't agree with. A reality where it seems his entire mission over the last few years may have been all for nothing. A reality that he wished to wipe away while drifting further away with every injection...
Robert Garland - I haven't been able to say I'm sorry, nor will I ever get the chance. When he needed me most, I left him for dead... Not once, but twice. I fed him to the wolves when I promised to protect him. When I promised to protect these people from that same wolf pack that gets its jollies from devouring those that linger too close. I should probably just give Chris a call right? I should call him up right now and say that I'm sorry... But, who am I to do such a thing? Who am I to try and bring him back to this disease ridden life? Who am I to do that, now that's he's been set on the path to getting himself back in order.
No... No... No... This task is no longer for Williams to handle. That's why I need to change my focus on this new target. I need to turn my sights on the next gladiator to help my cause of justice. To bring The Turncoat down into these flames of my personal hell. To show him what his parade of fiasco after fiasco has done to me. This is where I need a man like KONSTANTINE. "The Last King," and my next right hand man. One of the few left who seems to truly understand this world as much as I. One of the ones who will do anything for the right reward. For the right price. If I can grab his attention, I can focus this beast into the executioner I've always wanted. Into the man who will help me end this personal crowd bending agenda of that jack-ass!
Sure... With an ally like that, I will continue to be an enemy to the people. But... With an ally like that, these people will be safe. These people who view both the RWD and the world of wrestling as a whole, will be protected from the mission of "The Revolutionary One." Once I push him too far... As long as I keep pushing... He will snap and reveal himself. And then who will be the hero again? And then who will be the one they turn to? That's right... I will be right there waiting to receive them once again. I will be their savior, I will be their light! I will...
Garland starts to look groggy, finally falling asleep after a few moments before waking up in his apartment with a bit of vomit under him. He reluctantly gets to his feet, shaking his head and cleaning the remainder of drugs from his table before working to clean up the couch he was just passed out on. Garland then heads over to the kitchen to make lunch, breakfast time has long since passed... As he notices a few missed calls on his phone where he tries to turn back towards that open door of reality. He vows to never lay on his crutches again... Until that night where he falls down the hole of regret and the same pattern repeats itself. Again... And again... This obsession refuses to die as a second night rears its ugly head and Garland remembers that he has a bit of drugs left... "I just can't let it go to waste, right?"...
Robert Garland - He thinks he's got this all figured out!? He thinks he's winning! Hell, he thinks he's already won! He can't win... He can't win... He can't win... He won't win... He won't win...
He's a liar! He's a filthy bastard! He's a false shepherd to the heard of sheep! He's a walking billboard trying to pitch his deceptive ambition! He thinks he deserves a second chance and gets it. Yet, he's using it to play everyone for a fool! I was never fooled! I never bought in, and now I'm treated as a scum bag by those very same people for speaking to them the truth! For letting them in on his secrets! What is that shit?! What's wrong with that picture?! Why am I the bad guy!? Why am I the bad guy!?
The war isn't over. These battles will continue until I show them all that he's the real evil here. History is written by the winners, and as long as we continue on this road... As long as I get the victory in the end, then this will all be worth it! That's what I keep telling myself anyway. That's all that keeps me going! That's all I need to do! I just need to get past these hardships for now! I just need to win! I need to break him! I need to reveal the truth! I need... I need to... I...
But?
But, what if I lose? Then are they correct? ...If I lose?
Another blackout. Another day starting up as the events once again start to repeat... This man continues his job, his work, and his ambition. This man continues... Hoping to push past these consistent dark times in his life...
Robert Garland - I haven't been able to say I'm sorry, nor will I ever get the chance. When he needed me most, I left him for dead... Not once, but twice. I fed him to the wolves when I promised to protect him. When I promised to protect these people from that same wolf pack that gets its jollies from devouring those that linger too close. I should probably just give Chris a call right? I should call him up right now and say that I'm sorry... But, who am I to do such a thing? Who am I to try and bring him back to this disease ridden life? Who am I to do that, now that's he's been set on the path to getting himself back in order.
No... No... No... This task is no longer for Williams to handle. That's why I need to change my focus on this new target. I need to turn my sights on the next gladiator to help my cause of justice. To bring The Turncoat down into these flames of my personal hell. To show him what his parade of fiasco after fiasco has done to me. This is where I need a man like KONSTANTINE. "The Last King," and my next right hand man. One of the few left who seems to truly understand this world as much as I. One of the ones who will do anything for the right reward. For the right price. If I can grab his attention, I can focus this beast into the executioner I've always wanted. Into the man who will help me end this personal crowd bending agenda of that jack-ass!
Sure... With an ally like that, I will continue to be an enemy to the people. But... With an ally like that, these people will be safe. These people who view both the RWD and the world of wrestling as a whole, will be protected from the mission of "The Revolutionary One." Once I push him too far... As long as I keep pushing... He will snap and reveal himself. And then who will be the hero again? And then who will be the one they turn to? That's right... I will be right there waiting to receive them once again. I will be their savior, I will be their light! I will...
Garland starts to look groggy, finally falling asleep after a few moments before waking up in his apartment with a bit of vomit under him. He reluctantly gets to his feet, shaking his head and cleaning the remainder of drugs from his table before working to clean up the couch he was just passed out on. Garland then heads over to the kitchen to make lunch, breakfast time has long since passed... As he notices a few missed calls on his phone where he tries to turn back towards that open door of reality. He vows to never lay on his crutches again... Until that night where he falls down the hole of regret and the same pattern repeats itself. Again... And again... This obsession refuses to die as a second night rears its ugly head and Garland remembers that he has a bit of drugs left... "I just can't let it go to waste, right?"...
Robert Garland - He thinks he's got this all figured out!? He thinks he's winning! Hell, he thinks he's already won! He can't win... He can't win... He can't win... He won't win... He won't win...
He won't win!
He won't win!
He won't win!
He won't win!
He's a liar! He's a filthy bastard! He's a false shepherd to the heard of sheep! He's a walking billboard trying to pitch his deceptive ambition! He thinks he deserves a second chance and gets it. Yet, he's using it to play everyone for a fool! I was never fooled! I never bought in, and now I'm treated as a scum bag by those very same people for speaking to them the truth! For letting them in on his secrets! What is that shit?! What's wrong with that picture?! Why am I the bad guy!? Why am I the bad guy!?
Why?... No? Why?... No! Not yet! No! Not yet!
The war isn't over. These battles will continue until I show them all that he's the real evil here. History is written by the winners, and as long as we continue on this road... As long as I get the victory in the end, then this will all be worth it! That's what I keep telling myself anyway. That's all that keeps me going! That's all I need to do! I just need to get past these hardships for now! I just need to win! I need to break him! I need to reveal the truth! I need... I need to... I...
But?
But, what if I lose? Then are they correct? ...If I lose?
"Am I really the bad guy, then?"
Another blackout. Another day starting up as the events once again start to repeat... This man continues his job, his work, and his ambition. This man continues... Hoping to push past these consistent dark times in his life...
so quickly so sad!
