āA Mirror from Hell That Once Knew Lightā
You know what hurts the most about being someone like me?
Itās not the curse. Not the loneliness.
Itās you.
The way you look at the worldāuntainted, 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, isnāt it? I, the corrupted one, obsessed not with sinā 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 wasnāt always a monster.
So here I stand. Close, but never reaching. Watching, but never claiming.
Because my greatest temptation isn't sinā it's innocence... forever out of reach.
















