Then…
the sorrows of life came whispering,
soft like poison,
sharp like truth:
"Can you change your fate?"
"Can you rewrite destiny?"
"Do you have the will to manifest the life you desire?"
The questions fell like rain—
cold, relentless—
and I found myself sinking in them,
drowning in the weight of what ifs and never wills.
I asked myself,
Is this truly within reach?
Or is it just a cruel fantasy
meant only to visit me in dreams
and vanish by morning?
I know the answer.
I've always known.
I can't make amends.
There's not a single drop of light in my deeds—
nothing worth counting,
nothing that would tilt the scale even slightly toward redemption.
I was never chosen.
Never a hero.
Not someone kissed by fate
or blessed by the heavens.
No matter how far I walk,
I carry the weight of the roads I've burned.
And every path I see
only leads me back
to the ashes I came from.
Every place I go,
every thought I think,
it all screams the same truth—
Nothing can be undone.
No prayer will rewrite my story.
No repentance will undo the blood on my hands.
And so, in a voice so low
it trembled with defeat,
I finally spoke:
"The path I've taken…
the world I exist in…
was never built for dreams.
It was built for ruin.
And I am its creation."
I said it again—this time louder inside my soul:
"No,
I will never make the effort,
because the effort has no end.
No reward.
No forgiveness.
Only reminders of what can never be."
These sorrows?
They are mine.
I made them.
They made me.
And so this…
this endless night I live in—
this fate—is not coincidence.
It's not misfortune.
It is punishment.
And punishment has no escape.
This is the only fate carved for me.
This is the destiny I wear like shackles on my bones.
I will remain in this abyss,
choked in the shadows,
swimming in rivers of blood.
No light will reach me.
No sky will open.
No god will come.
This is how it was written.
This is how it must be.
This is the life I was condemned to live.
And a life I will never be allowed to leave.
I am immortal
who cannot die.
The curse of breath that will never end.
A soul without salvation.
A name that time will forget,
but guilt will remember forever.