#monolodge

         He stands alone, peering into the vast lake of his former hive. To be home again after what seemed like an entire sweep. Taking off his headgear, and brushes his hair back to its' normal messy look. Cleaning the colored blood from his hands in the water, he sighs and aimlessly stares into the night sky. "What am I.." He spoke softly to himself, the shore silently coming in and out, "I was once a fool, a clown that was messed up. A motherfucker in need some escape; lost and confused within my own motherfucking think pan.. They all fucking laughed at me, they all simply wanted to see some idiot do their motherfucking job, but then again.. They saw me as their friend.." Gazing upon the dry blood on his hands: green, blue, teal, etc. he had killed or nearly killed so many in his path of total chaos. "What have I done, do I really want to be like this motherfucking killer, everyone's blood on my motherfucking hands." Purple tears can be felt, slowly making its way down his face, "What the fuck happen to good 'ol Gamzee Makara, what ever happen to the troll who was motherfucking loved and at least enjoyed." Wiping the tears from his eyes, he looked at the water, "To be... or not to be, that is the real motherfucking question.. Ether to die as something or live like a motherfucking coward.. I used to have friends, I used to be loved... I used to have a best friend who actually cared about me.." Gripping the sand and growling a little, "If I am to die, I hope it is motherfucking Karkat to fucking kill me. I'm done kill everyone. Let it be his motherfucking hands to kill me; I know I will fight back in total silence but I also know to fight back to let him finally motherfucking.. kill... me.."