There is a story
I am aware of its existence
It has survived in a world I am far from
But I believe it still lives on
And the course it has taken
Arranging events into a world
I have no voice
Only my actions have made noise there
Loud enough to have weaved into a story
A story I am not the hero off
A story I cannot edit
A story where I exist as a shadow
A dark silhouette of remnants
Unreachable, cold and lost
There is a world I don’t want to belong to
But I am there as much as I am here
There is a story somewhere in this world
And I am the villain of that story.
I only hope there aren’t too many of those
Where I am the villain.
I have nothing to prove
Nothing to clarify
Only an apology!