Language of death. Shrouded in void. There never was an answer. You were never there. I did not ask for this life or path that's been laid before me. Curse, confused, avers, it never ends. A will, shaped by horrors undefined by your linear field of view. Abused, Repulsed, Callous, A wandering ghost. Given the right to bear a burden, heavier than a wooden cross. Mere moments...suffered...compared to an eternity.