What it feels like to be the bad guy

The truth is less glamorous than its reputation

Pride is replaced with remorse, never for what I’ve put others through, but for my own integrity sacrificed

It’s the emotional demeanor of a flat hand, palming at a solid stone floor

Knowing that the end of this tunnel wont leave you where you want to be but leading you down it in disregard

It’s guilt for a lack of guilt

What it feels like to be a bad guy

Like a book, dropped flatly on a marble counter top. I lay down, and I close my eyes, content.