I was born in a village with one

Goal in mind.

Destroy

The

Human

Race.

I was given a power at birth

And was forced into using it.

The village took me away when I was five

And pushed me downdowndown

And now, here I am,

Watching as a sweat covered boy

With blond hair

And gold eyes

Is thrown in.

I look down and pretend that I am

Distracted.

I want to scream at the guards and grab their necks

But I'm shy.

My legs twitch for movement

But I'm shy.

He looks at me

And I look at him

And my heart melts.

Sin

Sin

Sin

Loving him was a disease

Sin

Sin

Sin

And I was no cure.

-Bertolt