H.I.N.T.S.

By the time the ending has been read. Most of us will already be dead. It is the way it has to be. For if I'm the last character to remain. Then all of this will have been in vain. Now perhaps I am a little bit insane. After all this is a fucked up tale. But it must be written so that we don't fail. Through its words there is so much to see. Though it's hard to understand, after all it's written by me. Pay close attention to every line. Perhaps you will understand these words of mine. Read them again and again. Maybe you can figure it out. Then again, sometimes even I don't know what it's about. I've written every word with feeling. Yet never do they offer healing. Most of my emotion is hate. Ironic it shall decide our fate. If you think that you know the secret my words contain. Start all over and try again. I know you'll be wrong. Trust me this story will be quite long. You feel agony that I keep poking hints. Yet each one is a part of the story in a sense. So, if you're daring and you're brave. Then try digging up another grave. You may finally find what you crave. These haunting words that seem to enslave. If you think that you already know. Then please, let us get on with the show.