Fan Fiction ❯ Leader ❯ Leading ( Prologue )

If I was to take a look back on life, I would become sick of the painless features I carry, of the hate my heart holds, of the thought of war creeping onto me, as if darkness became my only shield, I know, I know that life is nothing to me at this point, all I need is the moment, a moment to shine, to release my shade, free my shadows, crush the life of hope, and yet reign over a slow amount, but do not take me wrong, I don't want this. This is a burden to you, just a burden. I don't care where you live, let me touch you once, not of hate, but of love, a love so great that I couldn't hold, I just let leave, my hope, doesn't live without love, I have a bit, but was it an enough to stop you? Could I show you the way even if I didn't know the way? Can I teach you the fundamentals of life, even if you've live longer than I? Perhaps. If only people would hear me out. I come before you as a person, just a person, naked, cold and hungry, no face, no features of sex, a just form, would you treat me any less if I had all I just listed? Yes, you would. If you saw me at first, you may think I'm a cold hearted bastard, but yet there is something beneath my facade, just me. I can't say I know what I'm all about, that is for you to decide, I am what you make me. If want a cold person, you granted your own grave, my friend, that is only skin deep. We are all much more than that, I am, you are, we were, what are we? Humans? God Creation or His rejects? Does He exist? Am I losing all sense in myself? You answer these, but before, let me give you an example of my life before now: I was twelve years old, I wanted to die of to escape the hate around me, I've never learned why I was treated that way, I never did something to God, and they say everything happens for a reason, well that was out of reason, to want to die, to end my life that I have, wouldn't you think so? But let me say this, I do not have a religion, I don't feel as if I need one, they say "Only the strong survive." I am not strong, nor am I weak, but when it comes to mental thoughts, this is what you get from me, my gift.
Holy or Unholy am I? Thine gift to bear is not of hate, nor will it be of love, but to teach thy life is more than one can bear. Except my gift or leave, take the path of your beaten path, I will take the darkness, not knowing the way................