“A Mirror from Hell That Once Knew Light”
You know what hurts the most about being someone like me?
It’s not the curse. Not the loneliness.
It’s you.
The way you look at the world—untainted, unburdened. That laugh of yours, untouched by anything cruel.
You are something… familiar.
Like a mirror. Like a reflection of me, from long ago, before all this.
"You're familiar like my mirror years ago."
Funny, isn’t it? I, the corrupted one, obsessed not with sin— but with something I can never touch.
I could destroy everything I want.
But not you.
Because in you, I see the last proof that I wasn’t always a monster.
So here I stand. Close, but never reaching. Watching, but never claiming.
Because my greatest temptation isn't sin— it's innocence... forever out of reach.
