The gift is worth nothing.

Such a perfect idea allowed to fail.
The gift is worth nothing.
You speak of nothing.
Your art is clouded by your betrayal.
I feel bad.
Liar.
I feel horrible.
Years gone.
How could this be?
You do not protect me.
Wasted words.
You are a traitor.
You do not protect us.
Your attempts to create beauty are in vain because of the pain you have created.
You create pain.
My tears fall for me.
You create pestilence.
My tears fall for them.
Shock.
You killed my children yet to be born.
Awe.
You are on the wrong path.
Finding yourself is not your desire.
Your crime makes smoke over all you have made.
Cowardess.
Betrayal of trust.
Betrayal of friendship.
Betrayal of heart.
Stolen love.
Abused love.
All good days were a lie.
Our time together stinks of waste and all magic was a mere trick.
Dare not face me.
Dare not face us.
Dare not face them.
You will know pain.
You will feel cold.
You will destroy yourself.
Freedom.
Liberty.
For what?
You feel nothing.
The line of demarcation.