Acheron
Solitude. Yes, alone. Unfathomable emptiness is what I feel. Yet, none of this holds a candle to the fact: this is all I have ever known. Born in shame and delivered in disgust. My entire existence feels meaningless. With not a soul to confide in, but the occasionally rat, the solitary mentality is all but apropos. The torture, the beatings, the excruciating words…they puncture thy own very soul like a poisonous serpent. Hate is the only thing that makes sense anymore. Happiness is unobtainable. Freedom is only a wishful dream. Love? I know not the meaning, only that I long for it hopelessly, for maybe one day, but not likely, I might have it. From Someone. Anyone. Anything.
O'er and o'er I find myself plotting a vengeance against those who have done me harm. In the end, my conscious betrays me. I would be no better than they who ridicule and discriminate me, for Humanity, though naïve and Lecherous is undeserving. I would never want any one being put in my shoes. This cold life makes Hell feel like a poor synonym. Though, to rid myself of this anguish, I shall do it by my own hand. As has always been, and forever shall be, it will be my own doing. Alone. Oh how I long for that sweet kiss of Death, the ultimate release of mind from the mortal prison that is life.
My father, whose love I have ever longed for, malice's every fiber of my being. For reasons, I do not fully understand nor comprehend. He tells me, during and after the beatings, that I am a bastard son of a forsaken god and the petty filth of a whore goddess. From the moment I could rationally think, I've heard voices in the back of my mind telling me who I am. My same mind tells me to ignore them, for I am crazy and filth, as my father says. Yet, my heart tells me, that is not true. I am a God. If I am then why do I live like this? I didn't do anything to deserve this, yet my 'father' still rebukes me with more hate than that of the Katagarians and Arcadians. They same I am cursed, after all that's why I am named Acheron.
When I was born, I was born with a twin. We are identical in almost every aspect. Except for my Eyes…oh my eyes. I feel they are the bane of my existence. Why my father forsakes me so. Seeing them my father and priestess sought to make this "treachery of the gods" justified. The priestess then held me up in her arms, not even clean from the blood of my mother's womb and named me.
"He shall be called Acheron for the River of Woe. Like the river of the underworld, his journey shall be dark, long and enduring. He will be able to give life, and take it. He will walk the through his life Alone and Abandoned- ever seeking kindness and only finding cruelty. May the Gods have mercy on you little one..no one else will."
Cursed, Forsaken, Hated. This is my being. For my meaning is unknown. I know the voices in my head must be my mothers. They feel so right and truthful….I must disengage this Imperfection that is I and begin again. A new Era.